She had fire in her eyes, Bejeweled as they were with emeralds. He was a rising prince, And tears were his pay back. He ran in a pack, While another howled at the moon, And yet others embraced the darkness…

They say our tears hurt, our screams sound but when our hearts we lay, it is not the NORMAL way? Why should my dream be the same? Can’t it be another road to fame? I want to help but not…

They pull at you, irresistible, unignorable, cutting deep, and crimson pools, eyes dim and then you are under, drowning in the pain, caused by love skin deep, how did you ever fall for that creep? The hurt, now, is  gone,…

Looking back at times gone, Eyes hooded, A heart filled with blood lust and gore, They fight. A new sun rises, A crimson rise, Glistening like tears, The existing order tries, Before fading alright. A new present, A new light.

With bloodshot eyes and pale cheeks, they stood, hungry for blood, watching you like a pack of wolves. Some laugh, some merry, while those under them, fight not for survival but to sustain. Faces smeared black, a Pyrrhic victory, a love…