Blood trickled down his face from his paralysed victim,
Her body pale white and completely oblivious to what had happened,
His eyes, red as rubies,
Hers, totally lifeless,
His teeth were as sharp as razorblades,
They sliced threw flesh with ease.
The trees nearby whispered and mumbled,
And the stream glistened like glass.
He watched his victim,
The one and only Amore of his life,
He remembered to well what happened that night, the kicking the screaming,
The mistakes he made.
The clothing around her neck was crusted with her own blood,
He studied his hand and own clothing with the same result.
Although he new what it was,
te could easily say he was in a Cibo fight,
Well…… he was.
Dawn is a peaceful awakening they all say,
But te can’t say there right o wrong.
Whether the weather would be sunny o cloudy,
te could not tell,
But he only longed for one.
The cool morning breeze wiped around there faces.
The sun arose from its night time hammock,
Just what he wished for,
He grabbed her body and stepped out into the sun,
“No pain, no gain”
He whispered over and over.
The sun was like a magnet to his skin,
The hissing and his screaming never really dimmed.
But like they all say;
“There hearts really did beat true”