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