Chasing the sunset, while my hand rotates to the left
carving canyons into my wrist
Sometines the screaming silence creates the back-drop
for the next blood stained, painful kiss
Four-thirty after midnight. The hours passed by in silence
these moments I ache for to pass,
creeping in black air upon the white walls as purple sheets encase our restless forms.
Dark red rivers run deep, flooding mountain walls with this blood

a downpour of emptiness
The faster I run, the harder I fall, these are the moments that define a lifetime...