Rainbows and infinity they seemed to me bright and new but as I grew old and out of fiction I grew twined to you. Painting dreams and possiblities, letting my world surround you, out of obsession and morbidity I built universes around you. You want me to paint your world with promises of infinity and I have nothing for you but crimson geometry. I've grown enough but not yet out of this artworked skin running out of space to pen stray lines, I might just pull you in. There is God, there is Lucifer I choose to run into your arms because I know you'll keep me safe and not raise any alarms. I can show you rainbows, yes, just that they are all red and my promises of infinity no bigger than a needlehead.