Tracing through your scarlet lining,
canvas with blood you are painting;
once again there I bled,
as the words of those who guard me,
keep plunging me into the sea.
Seeking where I am led.
Unable to forget your scent,
enamored in all your essence;
thinking of what you said.
Despite my predisposition,
you are bold in your decision;
with all, that I do tread.
For every night that you graze me,
from the depths of my sorrow's sea,
you untangle my thread.
Through your constantly piercing gaze,
you engulf me in such a daze;
I vanish in your red.
