What have I done?
What have I done?
What would possess me other than innocence?
Innocence.
Yes.
That's it.
I didn't know love could kill.
At first it was sheer dreams.
Was it the color in her eyes? Or the way she made me beautiful? Either or, I was destined for death the moment I saw her.
But hark! Something changed.
We carved our way out if our satin covered haven with the razors that made us know love.
We were in love.
We wanted more than love.
We wanted each other.
I drank her blood.
She drank mine.
It was all I lusted for.
The blood.
Then, one day, the well ran out.
She was dead.
By my hand?
No.
Never would I hurt her.
It was the demon, Love.
Love killed me and my bride. Love.
