IWM serial ID: 00062

Crimson gowns made of ashes

Floating in Melancholy memories of you

I will drown with bleeding gashes

As my crimson gowns soaked through

With the blood that seeps out slow

I will never let you go

Drink your sorrow, Sweet Sickened Lips

Come on darling, Watch me slip

In the water, Lack of air

I see you watching me, You stare

Come hither love and save me please

But you merely watch me bleed

I will sing to my betrayer

Underneath the Water line

Beneath the tub he holds me farther

And yet i feel like im just fine...