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.\"