Red sand slips through the chasms of my fingers.
Look at how much red there is, look how much red I spilled.
I laugh and laugh and a sense of insanity lingers.
The yellow and looks pretty and filled
Of color and wonder!
Whose soul should I steal,
Whose body shall I plunder?
Who will be my desires next meal?
I pick you, my dear.
I don't care how bitter or sweet you may be,
It's the fear.
The tantalizing feeling is the key,
To my happiness and your doom.
Ah, how I look forward, blessing the sand with your cherry red juice.