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