the palest of all sin.

There love forsaken,
From the start,
Her lips were red,
Her beating heart,
No pulse within His skin,
the palest of all,
Sin
He lived within the darkness,
From her veins,
In which he fed,
She drew weary,
from loss of blood ,
Slowing her beating heart,
Descend,
His life depended,
upon the flowing of her vein's,
A love was lost,
insane,
He took her life in vain,
Within every drop he drained.