in love we are eternal
and our flesh will never know decay

only things true
are love and death
and loveless people don't die
they simply disappear

my body belongs
to the highest bidder,
i have given up

i dare not grasp the thorn
yet i still crave your touch
is it worth to sacrifice my blood
for an echo of your warmth?

my brand new shoes
have opened up wounds in my heels
maybe they just never healed
my white socks drenched in blood
i limp across the street
and collapse on cement

i guess this is what i get
for putting my life
in another pair of hands