You play your arm like a violin;
the knife as the bow.
Carving strings of red
that cry sanguine pools
into the white veins of your sheets.
Pluck the scabs
so the strings can always be played.
Egos CollidePulses pass between mindsEgos Collide by Vohyd
Growing veins that curl into itself
A throbbing star
(As perfect as anything can be in this chaotic world)
Screams vibrate the air
A pendulum of words
Intentions never fully understood
(Even though i know it's usesless, in the grand scheme of things everything is)
A reaching hand in an expansive void
A corpse drifing in space