the scarlet sin

A story of the feelings of betrayal in love and lust

The scarlet hair, oh the scarlet hair, how I love thy scarlet hair. For all that has been done to I must be repaid in sin, pardon my uncontexted ramblings for you are all my kin. She my love, no less than my goddess, has forsaken my heart, my stabbing was mythotic. The scarlet gore, oh the scarlet gore, oh how I love thy scarlet gore. Sobbing and bleeding, till her heart had stopped beating, My goddess decays after time of six days. Beneath my garden she sleeps, hidden from suspicious police.From her soil there grows no less than a blood stained white rose.The scarlet rose, oh the scarlet rose, my love she lives on as a scarlet strained rose. The scarlet sin, the scarlet sin, how I mourne thy scarlet sin.