In the sun I eat the dirt
Congealing on my hands
From the spit spewed from my mouth
Torn at the edges
Ragged from the talons that clawed my flesh
Dripping vermillion
Dripping disease
This heart cannot kiss a wind
This heart cannot save it's own soul
If left to ruminate on words
Uttered in haste
Spoken in the shadow of a closed hand
Whispered in the retched bile of a sin
I have lost you now
This I know
For I see not a shadow
But a forlorn empty space
Covered in an outline of tomorrow
Covered in your blood
As I cover you in my skin
Forever
