ten acid fingers wrapped around me
one electric blue night
and in the darkness of my room
this strangely feels alright
i close my eyes and pretend
deep sleep
as your thousand tiny touches
add up to a single want
these touches that leave an impression in the night
gets erased by rays of crimson dawn
the cold empty feeling of the day
outshines even the bright red sun
as we walk our seperate paths
but words,
words that never fell easily between us
dont matter now
these awkward sulphuric touches in the dark negate
our morning's cold silences