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




Black clouds come up slowly as they cover me in whispers;


a downpour of emptiness

The faster I run, the harder I fall, these are the moments that define a

lifetime...