Midnight Kisses with a Murderer

It was dark, and she couldn't help herself.

He was dangerous, but it didn't matter.

She found lust in his eyes and loved the thrill.

His hands were painted red with iron, but she didn't care.

His lips were sweet, unlike his soul.

He was without peace and so was his mind.

She was an angel, fallen from Heaven.

She was his reason to actually care.

She made a mistake and waddled about.

He panicked and ran because this wasn't his call.

His hands were painted red, and she needed to care. And the scary things was:

She didn't.

They have a baby and he's on the ground.

They never stood a chance because he was stained.

Their child will grow up with questions unanswered.

Their child was a bastard with hands painted red.