webnovel

Livia's Torment

Whose blood is that? I think I know.

Its owner is quite angry though.

She was cross like a dark potato.

I watch her pace. I cry hello.

Livia couldn't stop thinking about the blood

It was just so crimson and red

But she could never forget the flood

She had to calm herself with an embed

The blood is crimson, red and deep,

But she has promises to keep,

Tormented with nightmares she never sleeps.

Revenge is a promise a girl should keep

She rises from her cursed bed,

With thoughts of violence in her head,

A flash of rage and she sees red.

Without a pause she turned and fled.