Out of all the things I've written in my younger years this is my favourite.
His arrows are cursed,
They pierce my skin
And hit my heart.
His touch I now thirst.
Upon my lips his poison dart.
A reckless encounter we shared.
His love was a deadly sin.
In my mind I see him dead.
Scattered across the floor the heart I did not love.
Its you I got sick of.
The morning when I wake,
Is when the floor is painted red,
With the blood of body's lotion.
My lover's life I did take,
His body left to rot away.
Thus making him my bloody valentine.
