The Color of Love

is the same as revenge
is the same as my blood
on yr hands in the end
put up yr Arms
i can see them protrude
from the side of yr head
i won't lose
The color of Love
is the same as the wine
staining the taste of yr mouth
from the inside
relaxing every word
you shoot towards my sword
from the safety you yield
upon summoning whore
The color of Love
is fading to the hue
I lost in that alleyway
where i first hit you.