Blind

Blood dripping in the snow.

Deep crimson truth against my purity.

Not purity, loyalty.

Loyalty to a darker side.

To a side I bow to.

A side I obey.

Blindly.

Crimson truth of a love so hidden.

So clear it can pass through anything.

Blindly.

Blindly moving forward.

Blindly tripping.

Never falling.

Always caught by the wind.