Canon 17

The boat has turned upside down,
turbulently, violently.
It overflowed and crashed them down,
suddenly and tremendously.

I closed my window.
I shut my door.
I poured some vino,
and wait for your call.

I pull the curtain in,
as the coffin moves around.
I lid the fragrance up,
it seems will never got enough.

I need a kiss to cut my wrist.
My blood is red and my blood is rich.
I wanted to paint on your lovely cheek,
My blood is hot, my blood is yours!
I wish you could sip inside your sexy thought.

I'd stab it viciously,
until my blood has gone empty.
I'd smash it for thee,
until my heart has pieced completely.

I'd stand on the edge,
and wait for a kiss.
I'd be waiting at your gate,
my love wouldn't fade by age.