SUCK IT!

Our hands are searching deeper

Plunged through the ashes of

Our memories; Remains of flashes

(As faces fade; Lipstick laces smeared)

Melancholy; My skies are so much bleaker now

(Mine so sweetly incinerate; Yours they shine)

My own I decieve; As I ask, "Is this the last time?"

Have I fabricated such a savior?

"I need no sanctuary; Nor a lover"

(What will change my mind?)

Is this my one and only? (No)