her face white and his face red

Her face white and His face red One has blood the other shed Her eyes, indeed, are burning bright Prisms filled with Love and Light And His eyes do seek revenge For never will they burn again From a shadow She’ll appear Glowing like a moonlit tear And into shadows will He run Fearing nothing but the Sun She is the Day that never dies He is the Night of suicides Spread apart, Her wings like art Blind His broken heart so dark Yet Her wrists He’ll somehow slit He’ll cut the slut with but a kiss And She’ll clutch his throat in hope That on Her flooding blood he chokes