I guess we all have issues.

But I never want to face yours.

I don't want to get hurt anymore.

I never want to see my blood on glass.

On metal.

But, that won't happen.

Because crimson is the color of our love.

Crimson is our passionate kiss, fueled by hatred.

But crimson is the pain that scars my back.

The scars of your rage.

They represent our dance.

Our dance of anger.

Our dance of love.

Our dance of pain.

But there will be a time when I have to

Get off the dance floor.