Scarlet bathes in absence.
Scarlet bathes in fire and
blood. Her heart made of
poison vines, her lips seal
death under a sulfur sky.
Pain is beauty that remains in
fading lights that thrive through 
infinite illusions which dwell in the 
soul of men; Passing through the 
dissolution roars where whores 
and filth piled savage and lethal on
the floor. Echo, echo and await in the
pale fair fire flames; Shown a dweller
of the illusion realm, carrying dust-
devils through shrill cries. There
she will quiver with lust and rapture.
Bring you wine for the sabbath. 
A cup of blood for you lively saints,
blessed in seductions eyes painted 
wide a-wake. Scarlet undresses,
the beast in-lay; The woman of the
world is playing a game. And time
it shatters; And the sun is slain and
reborn again, every day. Agape are
the illusions; Our very own transfixed.
Oh her body of fire and silk. Red
flames from embers in her hair. A
body so fair that lay under the lights
of Babylon. Such darkness dilutes into
destitute, a concave of the mind where
the foul pollute; Beast abides the hand
of Scarlet. And from all paved roads
the souls of humanity wept under
their own silhouettes. For desires so
deep in the roaring night haunting
their dreams and illusions in delight.
There was perfume in their blood, there
was scarlet in their mouth and lips, the
tongues a red rum harlot. In the snow of
winter there was fire, and in the depths of
rain was the two solitudes that grew into
one another. ‘’Like rain hitting the sea, you
were with me’’ she whispered, humming a
sweet death note. Broken romantics dance
throughout the nights abyss to kill all the

emptiness of Scarlets kiss.