Breaking blood boiling point
spilling over your coffee table.
If I scream from inside will it echo in your shadows.
Crept between the foundations of each wall,
blooming over hand-grenade fights exploding in the corner.
Bask in it all, the sweat forms columns I want to run through but your structures are high.
Break a brick, smash and hit. squeeze hands,
catch a glimpse,
filter the frame.
Paint it black just to start over again.