I lose my grip,
And your beautiful rubies,
From your neck shall drip.
One lick of the blade
On my fragile lip,
Shall make my insanity fade.
My insanity has gone away.
But what is this?
My lust for rubies has come to play.
When I lose my grip,
All I hear on the ground is
Drip, drip, drip.
Lust came to play.
And it will make you join.
Before it drowns you in the bay.
Once you fall,
I know you lost it all.
Now that my work here is done,
Soon I will say,
"This game was fun".