bicycleofthoughts

Golden veins pulsing up your neck,
I can hear my hunger
Calling you to share your ecstasy
I’ll sacrifice my crimson in return
Rake and dig your nails in deep
I have faith in us, i have taken that leap
We’ll be a painting of gold and iron
A bloodshot lunar eclipse,
A passing by sun
I’ll lose my body, you’ve lost your mind
Bound together in flesh
Unable to move, even if it rots
If only, i could read your thoughts