Sutured to your flushing palms
Bloody lips white washed in salt
Pass the match onto the three
No one's guilty here but me
Turn inside and look away
Doesn't matter what we lost
I was always in your way
You were always all I want
Sifting through a coarser draw
Streaks of scarlet, all bloodshot
Wasted now and bargaining
No one's guilty here but me
Day is seeping towards you
Soft white washing through
Sweat like veins your sacrum
Opens in full bloom
Vision blurred and glowing
Heat breathes through your chest
Tangled in the warmness
Till this fever rests