H.M.
SCARRI
The rose is blood red dripping on the ground * The color of the blood that flows through my veins
and is full of you * The sky is crying tears * They taste salty as they fall on my face,
running down my cheeks,mingling with the tears that I shed for you as I stand over your grave *
My finger dripping blood as I place the blood red drenched rose at my feet on the ground
that you call home * On the dirt that is now you * My blood is all I can give you now as it seeps
into the ground from the red rose, the eternal symbol of love and the one thing that killed
you by holding you in your coffin forever...Oh Dracula; how I loved You, my dark knight!
Blood Red,
Scarri
Give blood to Scarri at:
Ariann's Horror House