Crimson Aesthetics
Rivers of blood spill
From the mouths and wounds of they who die
The beating of hearts still
To form another lullaby
A sickly sweet and bitter tune
Of those who souls, this world, depart
I work by silver light of moon
To craft these blood soaked works of art
At my side, a gleam of gold
Some treasure of those now ever lost
I am a thief yet truth be told
These trinkets do not satisfy, and so their owners pay my cost
Through this my true love I've discovered
These objects offer up no thrill
And with every bauble I've recovered
My only joy is in the kill
Once upon a time a bandit king
And through rebirth reformed, turned good
But that bleeding heart has long stopped beating
And so was born this new me, craving blood
The art of murder, a knack for death
A pleasure never before to me known
The excitement of the final breath
A satisfaction all its own
It's wrong, it's bad, it's vile
It's wicked, and unjust
But there's few else that can make me smile
Than sating an unquenched bloodlust
So catch me if you can
But it's already too late
It was over even before it began
There's just no stopping fate
There's nothing I regret
And there is no going back
The way is decided, my path has been set
And many more lives will fade to black
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Okay ... well um this is obviously about Kurama after his death as 'Shuichi' he becomes a demon through and through where as before he only stole and had sex...lots and lots of sex...lots and lots and lots of sex...now his humanity has fled right along with his good boy persona and he finds that stealing no longer satisfies him so when he still feels empty he kills the owners of the items that have failed to bring him happiness...and finds the he likes it, and so what thevery has not gained him, murder has...R&R