Scald

We're all crazy here.

She bled from her eyes
                  until she saw blood red skies.
Hold tight. Don’t (let) go.
Oh she -
            an exorcism of the physical kind.
With skin that wasn’t breathable,
                                         demons began to choke.
                      Hold tight, my dear
                      we’re all crazy here.

Say something.

Fatal

It was a red string
that tugged us together.
When I was lost
you were point B; base camp.
When you were crying for an echo
I could be a reflection.
Cool glass in my own two hands
fate incarnate.
But string is string
and life is sharp
the pain was twisting
and you ran away –
it’s too much strain
to put on a little, red string.
(And I think you know that).