Our pace preceeds us And heavier I fall

[artisticfunk]

your sleeve, you say
is dripping blood
yet your heart
escapes the eye

as my breath warms
your hand upon my hand
while your lids and soul
are shut

your expression leaks
from the hidden touch
escaping the tone
in your voice

unpealing the patches
of your unintended shield,
our pace preceeds us
and heavier I fall

but you arrived before me
ripping through the threads
of my intended viel,
leaving my tactics bare