Crimson Addict

I haven't played the violin in a while

The beautiful crimson music hasn't spilled from the strings that is my skin

Yet I am still tempted to desperately move that sharp, silver bow as I hum a numbing melody

I'm desperate to play, but I know it's not right

I'm an addict and crimson is my drug

I'm an addict and silver is my dealer

I'm an addict and of fair skin I'll be the killer