In the heart of the city, under the neon lights, our paths crossed, igniting endless nights

We walked in matching clothes on busy roads, in waining rain and huddled hands

You and I had our hands in hearts, clasped tight and crossed, with fingertips dyed in wine red

From those hearts which stained our fingers, we held them to each other’s mouths, open wide with wide eyes as we stained our insides bloody.