Of crowns, flowers and rain

– Criminal –

 

 

 

Blood on his knuckles

Cuts on his lips

Bruises on his face

 

This is all so new to me

 

This wrecked world

This violent world

This unjust world

 

But, I can not find it in myself

to let go

to escape

to give him up

 

I love how our kisses

taste of blood and violence

of alcohol and sin

of drugs and damnation

 

I have never been so in danger before

I have never felt so alive before