Forest Blood 2 Poem by Gianni Pintus

Her voice was very acute, so deep,
But at last she gone to sleep,
This last drip should be fine,
In this forest the silent is mine.

Where the quiet darkness night is alone,
My thoughts are like an heart full of stones.

A blood full of deception and anger, full of screams,
She just lay here, in this immortal forest filling my dreams.
Her kisses are the immense and I can feel the last sip,
That grow in my black veins while dusk and dawn are so deep

I must hurry, must carry her into my beloved eternal room,
I know she will be fine when she wake up in this infernal doom.
In a bed of red roses you will rest for a while my dear,
We will sleep through the day, but in the dark will stay near.