"My hands are of your colour, but I shame to wear a heart so white."

Fie fie, there is blood on my hands.

It's strange it does not give birth to disgust.

Fie fie, there is blood in my mouth.

It's strange but it tastes so good.

Fie fie, there is blood on our heads.

It's strange, we mad and we run wild.

Look look, our love story was like a dilapidated space near the railway tracks.

The blood we drank filled our stomachs with snake venom.

Look look, I murdered you in cold blood

The rush I had dumped you in a decade old store room.

You burn, you burn and I am done.