The Blood That Stains The Pages

Many Loves

Many disguises,

Many lies,

Many bodies,

I wonder why do you hide?

Scared of rejection,

Many forms,

Many words,

Many people,

But why do you scare?

Death come to soon,

Many secrets,

Many fates,

Many graves,

So why do you do this?

To fill the void,

Many hearts,

Many kills,

Many loves