I slip quietly from conversations
to taste the lonely air outside...

I am quite capable
of bleeding on my own...

Feel autumn's breath on your lips
Fading, gasping, something to say...

Charred flesh doesn't sting the way I'd imagined
But when shivers cross my spine...

I have tugged my heart from my chest.
It does not leave willingly...

The rainbow won't remember two blind searching...
Who grasped at prisms, thinking they'd be golden...

The truth here tastes of iron
Death rolls from its tongues...