three knocks on my heart, four daggers in my eyes
i lay next to you on the bathroom floor. the tiles were moist with our sweat a dazzling fog rose. the clamor beyond the door was deafening but we couldnt hear anything except the pounding of my heart. we inhaled but we couldnt feel the oxygen in our lungs. we looked around but all we could see were the transluscent screens and all i could distinguish were the freckles in your eyes. they were green and red. i stroked the tears but they wouldnt stop. you submerged into your destiny and i couldnt find you. you were never really there anyway. the red spiralled out into space. they seemed like vines of a rose stretching as far as they can to cut the beauty. the red combined with the gold to make black. an abyss. i never wanted it to end that way. the savior lifted you up. he was whiter than the absence of color and smaller than the tip of your nose. the red became velvet and it hardened. you became black and hardened. i became myself and hardened. i doused myself in gasoline. you came running in. the blade never hurt it was only your eyes. and the screams.