Bird In Red

\"Love kills. I am love.\"

An empty, abandoned room,

Just a body on the floor.

Only thorns left where the roses used to bloom,

severely blood-stained walls.

 

Nobody dared to enter the room the corpse was in;

\"It\'s Bird In Red,\" they whispered in fear.

The victim had hearts carved into her skin.

I\'ll come back, my dears.

 

Red ink dripped onto the table.

I dipped my pen in your blood.

Five words I wrote on the paper:

\"Love kills. I am love.\"