Look At You

Love of my life,
Allow me to wrap this up for you
this red present of love is past due
Your or mine, combine
But I'm glad it's not me this time.

Take it easy my love,
this hurt is the least i stored for you
this red present of love is past due
Yours, not mine this time
so much for this burning rhyme.

I like to see you slowly loosing pace
I see the blood stained tresses on your face
I like to think of your violent heart, unbeating
I like to look at you, as you die, again.

This red gift of love now flows
And the pain slowly ungrows
And its yours, not mine this time
So much for this burning rhyme...