Romeo Was Bleeding

It was her mind that he was reading,

Where he could see himself standing at the last,

His heart was broken and bleeding,

And she poured the blood in a glass.

He looked at himself in the mirror,

Yes, he's dressed well,

And she's sitting behind him with a red dress on,

And an unknown smell.

Her presence is smothering him,

But he chose not to speak,

And there she gave him a smile,

Enough to make him weak.

"You could have done better", said the heart,

Nothing more to condemn,

Now they are walking down to the yacht,

All eyes on them.

Something was going in his mind,

He'd planned a lavish dinner,

Was he still so blind,

Or really forgave the sinner?

Under the moonlight sailing,

On the shimmering water,

Sipping some wine,

He could see her grow hotter.

Now standing with her on the edge,

His hands closed around her waist,

Quaffing her drink and recalling the pledge,

He whispered, "What a taste!"

She lifted up her eyes slowly,

To see him but was taken aback,

It was his blood red eyes,

That made an attack.

The glass fell down,

He pulled her close,

He smiled while her body froze,

Closing his eyes now,

He kissed her deep.

Touching his torso,

She was ready to weep,

She could feel something,

Slowly piercing into her heart,

Now waiting for that thing to tear her apart.

She knew all her sins now,

She wasn't pleading,

Though the heart was hers,

But the ROMEO WAS BLEEDING!