Copper coiled heart, with Hands coated in Rust.
Can we Outlast with the Stinging needles of truth.
Words Scattered across our skin like the rain in Monsoon.
Can You survive my Chaos, or will You willfully slip of that Cliff, into the shadows, Just like so many before you?
Are You of the same mind as me?
Can We hold hope Or is this a fruitless hunt?
Do we sin?
Or is apple tree is barren my dear?