Behind These Crimson Eyes

----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

It's cold in here;

I can hardly breathe;

The light is so dark.

And yet, I can still see you.

I can see your beautiful body through the flames.

It sways elegantly;

so majestically;

so purely.

I want you inside me.

I need your warmth;

your body.

Joy is a boorish feeling that has abandoned me.

Love is an arduous feeling that rejects me.

You reject me.

Why?

I thought you loved me.

But no matter how much I try to tell you, you just keep running.

You hate me for what I am.

And I cry behind these crimson eyes every day.

No matter how many times you push me away,

I'll just keep coming back;

until that pleasurable feeling returns to me.

It's cold in here.