In the midst of the wreckage,
amongst the embers and the pain,
my signal broken,
my life draining,
the Electric voices,
a message lost in the channels.
'Zero, are you there Zero?'
and I lay.
Lay within the mess, and listen for your voice once more,
my beautiful sacrifice,
my partner in red.

You're crying.

I'm finding it hard to be
anything but myself,
I feel the waves of water lap at my wrists,
the ones where I carve out your name,
I'm sending you a letter,
a resignation of my life.
I want for it to end, but I long for it to live,
I want to sleep and forget you
and everything you do
but the more I wish to sleep,
the more I hear your voice,
and the more I wish to wake,
is the more I wish to drown.
To tumble down below the waves,
and choke to the sound of your voice,
it's muffled.

I drank your thoughts,
and created your masterpieces,
hoping the love of yours will transfer to
mine.
They feel like water on a sunday,
the blush of a teenagers cheeks,
and the heat of the fire on my legs.
Mine feel like anxiety and stress,
the ones I find under my bed.
Hidden from view.
Obscuring me from you.
I need yours to make mine feel lighter.
Tell me them once more, and intertwine
with me.
Just, intertwine.