Crimson and beating
Life into the living
Cradling a baby
Until she's worth giving

Red and flowing
A symbol in pain
Barely holding
Laughter in vain

Crimson and startling
Sharp-witty eyes
Holding tightly
To his own demise

Red and pouring
Love in sweet bliss
Till nothing is felt
Not even a kiss

To leave is to run
Leave the battle undone
But to break is unjust
Living life as a must

Apathy is but a word
To describe experience
To live in this world
Is to lose all innocence