There is nothing left. Save for the distance in our monotonous stares.

You're lost in the chaos and I'm drowning in your blood.

Fleshed out and rancid. Too weak to hold your faith. Too lost in the pitiful truths of you and I.

The plexiglass reflections cast away the mishaped reality and we fall victim to the victimization of it all.

God I need you. Slightly less than you need him.