Crimson's Christmas

Saying unto her loveliness at 3am, "Scream for me baby"... Blinking her distant eyes like an innocent doe in black pearls Wild of Spirit while shifting her gaze unto, another mirrors glance ? Staring back a fleshly mask; dashing about the watchful forest echoing Laughter be it here or is it there these, whispers ? Come to me, my love.. Her pounding heart their piercing nails embracing, walls which bleed; plead Silence as there you are once more beautiful girl ? Severing her thoughts this pain.