"The Crimson's Azure"
In his eyes where heaven sighs,
It's color so perfect, the azure it lies.
Although, what truly lies beneath are
Flaws, and thoughts cannot be explained.
On the back of his wrist were knives stray.
Crimson blood drips, it's color so red.
Blood flows as a result of the flaws he made.
The slightest flaws in which death he met.
