Downpour Of Emptiness

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