Another night staring at the ceiling
he leans against the white walls
with 5 bloody fingers sucking her soul away.
four knuckles bashing against purity
grasped by an unloved soul.
with her cold hands holding his
the raindrops hit the windows.
as the tear drops drip slowly to the floor.
Another night with the clouds above her
she leans against the black city
with 5 bloody fingers sucking his soul away
four knickles bashing against purity
her mascera running across his fingers
a frozen stare upon his eyes
the wind blows across their hands
as they hold another memory.
and let it fall through the cracks of their fingers