She cries blood
Tears of her veins
The crimson droplets
Trickle down her porcelain skin.
The origin--unknown.
The destination--heartache.
The path--loneliness.
Her life begins to gush
Through the orifices her scarlet liquid roars
One minute until death
But wait!
A kiss--
From a ghost?
From her prince?
Saved!
At last--
She cries passion,
Tears of her soul,
The pure droplets,
Trickle down her porcelain skin.
