• ~Ah, the red tear's of eve, dropping so softly like the rose petals from the moon.~
    May they be the teardrops of blood from the drifting soul, alas, the rose petals are black. And the red is a chill of wine, drifting along the crimson night.
    A crimson tinge of the eye, so following the soul at night. May be a moonlight kiss so red from a black rose, or a tear of eve, being from the heart of broken ash.

    I spoke too much. The key to my puppet heart is near rust and lay broken. I am held together by these water drop lines, so deep from the black ink that grabbed onto my soul.
    I praise thee for the moon's tears given, and eve's black rose. So tainted from crimson insanity, and corruption of the psychotic eyes that lay in the dark.

    My love be the fair key to my true lock holding me away from this beautiful serenity.

    ~From here on, you shall be, my true color of Eve.~