6/8/2016
Beads drip down—
A hollow sound:
Somber desolation surrounds.
A menacing grin—
Unavoidable sin:
Piercing my virgin skin.
Suffering I crave—
Solace I stave:
Deep in crimson I bathe.
Glimmering beads conceal,
The reprieve I feel.
Accepting the Devilish deal:
With the last drop... my fate is sealed.