Writing in blood

Angry, young and twisted child
you don't come to my mind wild
In sickness and in wealth
money brings fame but she likes health
to her death I light a flame
and in tears I call her name

dripping wax, scars and heat
In my heaven we shall meet
or maybe hell because she's fair
that's why I took her to my lair
she says no more but I feel shame
but at least I don't get the blame

until the heavens cry
In my guilt I shall die
I'll die in the way i knew she would
that's why I came to write In blood
crimson my only friend
I'll need you to make my end