Love's Red Dye

I am pulled into your tornado Without a needle in my hand I climb inverted, unaided to vertigo To prick your true love red Bled fears colour my black soul I can paint a beautiful sunset Burning red-hot like a coal Tears of romance fill my dying heart Who walks with a needle in their pocket I need to prick your eye or die You’re killing me softly like a puppet I love the faces you pull when you lie Sceptical, delusional and in love Kisses, so sweet a taste of lust Optical illusion held me high above Missed my cloud nine to hit the dust