Whose blood is that? I think I know.
Its owner is quite angry though.
She was cross like a dark potato.
I watch her pace. I cry hello.
Livia couldn't stop thinking about the blood
It was just so crimson and red
But she could never forget the flood
She had to calm herself with an embed
The blood is crimson, red and deep,
But she has promises to keep,
Tormented with nightmares she never sleeps.
Revenge is a promise a girl should keep
She rises from her cursed bed,
With thoughts of violence in her head,
A flash of rage and she sees red.
Without a pause she turned and fled.