We are tied together.

Red filling my mind and palm.

Together we are, with our red tinted glasses.

This is a bond that flows through our veins,

Yours and mine.

Constantly flowing and coursing.

Overwhelmingly pumping like any attempt of severance.

We are dull.

Grey with any color of blood.

Death or not,

Ill or not,

This is the pact we’ve made.

Pacts are unbreakable,

especially when you and I are the broken.