Murder of passion or craze
Look here, from face to face
Blood runs down from your eyes
a red puddle showing the truth of his lies
What the lover's done you can not undo
Because of him you wear a skull too
Hate so strong
You linger after your body's gone
Keep the moon red as blood
In your hair a red rose bud
Wings that fall to the ground
Keeping your soul earth bound
Find no peace from his hate
Never recover from your cold, frozen state.
Suicide NoeT Community Member 
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