Those fierce red liquid splashing all over the way.
Those scream out of agony.
There I saw you.
With the paint of blood on your skin.
I stare to those eyes of yours.
It's empty.
It says nothing.
But I who can read those,
I know for sure,
You're vulnerable.

...

Tho' you look cold
Tho' you look vicious and all
Tho' you look don't care.
Tho' you look wicked
Tho' your presence says danger.
I can see through you.

I want to be with you.
Because I am into you.
And my heart just belongs to you.

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