Last night I dreamed of a criminal
In endless shades of deadly red,
It was something ever so personal
Without the sinister bloodshed.
Creeping over me in the shadow
He smiled at my forbidden stillness,
Caught in his gaze, I had to follow -
Tamed by my very own weakness.
Trapped in the arms of a killer
With no desire to get away
I wondered who was sadder:
The bloody god or the guilty pray?
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