Bleeding Scarlet Begonias 1.7.

1.7.

Beauty
is a dangerous
thing
to obtain
Even the darkest
stars
warned me
It doesn’t like
to play
fair

It can lie
It can deceive
It can cheat
It even steals
you out of
your death

Shooting star
or the unworthy
dead
With my
breath
I give life
to the lost
constellation

My divine
calculations
made the
equations
That’s why
in my sleep
all three
realities
I see

I am your
fate

Waiting for you
at the flowered
gate
With spring rain
still in
my hair
Never has there
been
A woman so
fair

Scarlet begonias
Cuts and bruises
this is a
war
I don’t plan
on losing