Red hands, hands of fire
Search for your cure
I rip my heart out and never sew shut the edges
Empty in here. Occupying the void.
It is raining in slow motion
Plastering long hair to my face and arms
Golden chocolate tendrils snaking around us
Ivy tight, strangling
We are like starved children
Biting as deep as we can
Not caring where it came from
I watch you recover
Apathy's poison receding with the night
My grip becomes less tight
Touch so light
You can't even feel me
at all.