two cherubs helpless in the darkness. one carves on and on. blood thicker than water. my baby sleeps with all of the lights on so when i wake up i know where we are. my love in awe, gaunt, and haunted. i think no more and dream til it's over. i wake an ugly side of myself. forgetting trust, forgoing harm.
my cut can't hurt you, my blood evokes me to see this thing through, but the thought provokes me.
my love is pleasant to her specter. on my pale horse, a gift that i gave her, rides for the city with a coffin. all dressed up with a grin inside.