Black Winter
Once again she was screaming,
while on the other side of the room I was bleeding.
You know, the crimson moon,
will bleed soon.
You know I'm right,
don't start another fight.
The truth and kidness behind these cold eyes,
makes me forget about all your innocent lies.
I don't care if you make me bleed my love,
my soul to you will be forever, sold.
while on the other side of the room I was bleeding.
You know, the crimson moon,
will bleed soon.
You know I'm right,
don't start another fight.
The truth and kidness behind these cold eyes,
makes me forget about all your innocent lies.
I don't care if you make me bleed my love,
my soul to you will be forever, sold.
♠ ♠ ♠
My idea around this was a scene where two people fought in the presence of the moon. They are standing in an empty room and they are on two opposite corners. One is screaming at the one corner, the other is bleeding on the other while turning her head to look at the moon through the closed window which had no curtains.