Under the Blood Red Sun

Your eyes so clear and lifeless, as if you were a doll
Lips so red and beautiful, I almost could bawl
And still you never look my way... as if I were just a ghost
So for that I pray to any god, a feast and a toast
Of just your blood and yours alone, for which I may sip
And kiss your divine rosy lip until the day is done
And do this all I shall, under the blood red sun.














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