I knee what I signed up for
When the streets were painted Blood Red
Crimson to be exact
Lives never truly taken
My husband owned highways and blocks
His dark, callous heart
Swayed my jolly innocent one
I knew he loved these streets
That were painted in divine blood
Society would never accept us
We were not of the same cloth
Social class. Race. We didn't care
The Grotesque and Ghoulishness
Undertones behind a phone call
Car bombs. Masquerade Massacres
Parties obtained in Pure Darkness
It grew gradually I began to enjoy
The sick fantasies right alongside him
The dark red streets paved the way for more blood
Fingertips missing. Cement for feet.
All Cascaded around these beautiful streets.
