Downpour Of Emptiness

Chasing the sunset, while my hand rotates to the left
 carving canyons into my wrist
 Sometines the screaming silence creates the back-drop
 for the next blood stained, painful kiss
 Four-thirty after midnight. The hours passed by in silence
 these moments I ache for to pass,
 creeping in black air upon the white walls
 as purple sheets encase our restless forms.
 Dark red rivers run deep, flooding mountain walls with this blood
 Black clouds come up slowly as they cover me in whispers