pink lace paving her face white wash sheets sopping the sobs of st valentines blood from her embrace smashing young man ploughing intention deficits through her hair a hit and run the terror the truck the techno logic that turned her to crumbs she goes so limp biting tongues with rag dollar slices of love he burns the tired traces of tell tale hearts you can tell when theyve stopped i can t fucking take it off im already naked now with hands on my face i watch her go and wait for the day to bring forth the sky i can not picture any other way either way i love you with hands on my face i watch her go and wash her away as tears unfold and fears are erased i watch her go and wait for the day to bring forth the sky i can not picture any other way