Trust Me
I taste it in my mouth.
I see it on my hands.
Blood. Crimson, metallic blood.
Strange. It's sweet.
How did I become this?
How could I do this?
Doesn't matter.
Nothing matters.
Just you. Your blood.
You are beautiful.
Your sparkling eyes,
So full of pain.
So full of tears.
Your pain,
Your tears,
Your blood,
All for me.
We'll do this again.
Trust me.