words by dominic riccitello

he fell out
while i fell in
twirling to death
succumbing to death
he plays in blood
the bath of ever
apples and knives
love so divine
i scream pleasures
throwing onto
our bodies go round
finding ourselves
in a world of sorrow
neutrals and shades
life bent at the knees
we groove with a sigh
arms laid to side
i loved his lies
the hate inside