I died on a warm summer night
And all I could see were dark eyes,
A black starless sky,
As he laid by my side to die.
The light went down, I lost my sight ;
All I could think of were red orbs,
Carmine wells of gloom,
And the lazily spinning wheels of doom
As the sensitive world reduced itselft to
The taste of blood
And swirling tongues on ashen skin.