Rouge

I forgot how lovely it was,
The color of liquid rubies,
Nature's hidden treasure,
Released by beautiful tragedies.

The sound of breaking skin,
That sharp sensation that was once lost,
A sharp blade is all you need,
And X marks the spot.

Breathe in its sickly sweet scent,
Far more intoxicating than any flower that was ever plucked.
Such a sensational phenomena,
That it was something even mother earth failed to reconstruct.

Warm when fresh,
Darker when touched by time,
The shadow's nectar,
Ever so sublime...

There are those whom are entranced by this beauty of beauties,
Their wish was to drown in a sea of scarlet,
Eyes that glisten then fade to nothing,
Completely immersed in this taboo-ed pleasure...