The moon wanes once again,
leaving my solitary hands to do as they please.
It seems even the breath of my beloved could not withstand the passion of my kill.

Repeat the drops of stars that stains me red for I could no longer feel the mortal blessing placed within my reach.
After all, the darkness that threatenend my dearest fell in love with my deeds instead.

That curse, one day, began to appear among my body ignoring the blue rose that taints my lips.
My pleas could no longer be heard for I seduced others to embrace the pain.

If only I can return to who I used to be then perhaps I would be able to prevent the curse from spreading.
Instead I continue to sleep among the dead,
forgetting how it feels to be alive.