You look so pretty.

You look so pretty
In your red, velvet dress.
The blood stains look so bright.
How did you even sleep last night?
I don't want to upset you.
Please stop your crying.
Your eyes are swollen,
And weak.
You're ashamed,
Ashamed of your life.
Did you notice?
Hell looks so alive tonight.
I can feel the steam
Arising from your face.
Love and lust have changed.
I messaged your heart
That mourning night.
I have it saved below the blood
That surrounds my veins.
You're a thorn,
And I'm a dying rose.
My heart has been sent to hell,
And for that I only blame myself.
This day is final,
Darkness has arrived.
Could the Devil atleast reconcile?