Blood dripping
between soft lips,
danger ahead,
he knows.
and yet he continues,
toward his end,
not wanting to let go.

His breath is taken,
by an image,
of purity and careless sins,
he longs for a rest,
but instead,
get intangled with a beast.


Wanting what he can't,
wishing invain for peace.
keeps on crying over sweetheart,
that was never his.