I love him.

I want to be able to hold him and touch him,
with gentle fingers.

But my fingers are
calloused and bruised,
with time and murder.

Little Red Riding Hood,
let me walk you through the woods,
across the world
and back again.

I love him, that Little Red Riding Hood,
but I am the wolf,
and wolves are to be feared.

I'm content to be by your side,
even if it's only for a little while.

Red, don't look at me with those eyes,
and pull me deeper under,
the waters of my own emotions.

I can smell your fear,
yet you smile at me with such ease.

Does it hurt to smile,
at such a beast?

I dream of kissing you,
without ripping your lips.

I dream of holding you,
without cracking your ribs,
and tearing your heart.

Little Red, please lie to me a little more,
with your smile,
and laughter,
and gentle eyes.

Let me walk you through the woods,
across the world
and back again.

I want to see you dance,
like you used to,
when you thought no one was watching.

You cry,
yet you smile at me,
and whisper that you love me.

This sin,
is beautiful.

Lie to me a little bit longer.

I will fade away,
in this white room,
and your hands, soft and gentle,
will hold my large claws,
and you will weep for me.

It's cruel, but,
your tears,
make me smile.

I taste the agony,
and I can see your eyes,
gentle and kind,
shadow with memories.

Little Red,
will you lie a little longer?

Our sin tastes like sugar,
that has been filled with blood.

Kiss me, Little Red,
even if my fangs rip apart your tongue,
will you lie to me a little bit longer,
and stay with me?

Blood that pours from your lips,
cracked and smiling,
make me want to kiss them again,
and tear them to shreds.

Little Red,
I love you,
with all my heart.

Hands that have been torn over time,
have committed a sin
that society cannot forgive.

So, please, Little Red,
let me walk you once again,
through the forest and back,
across the world,
below our memories,
above our laughter,
one more time.

Let's sin, and lie,
some more.

Don't cry,
because,
I am a wolf,
and you are a child.

Purity that I have tainted,
with black claws that rip through your skin,
and kiss your cheeks.

It's all an illusion,
because,
I am dying of my broken heart.

They accuse me of murder,
and I oblige to their shouts.

Little Red, let's walk together,
hand-in-hand, with an innocence we once had.
One more time, before fate rips us apart.

Little Red, you give me,
a thousand ways to smile,
and a hundred ways to laugh.

You give me,
a happiness I've grown used to,
that has been ripped by my own hands.

My dear Little Red.
Lie with me in sunlight,
and we will dance once again,
under the moonlight,
together.