Walls covered in silhouettes...

Paper floating on this somber night.

My mask hangs...

Between the circle of me and vacant space.

Giving up my privacy for you...

Is the sacrifice I'll make for thee.

Satisfying your company...

Is the blood I'll drip for you...

This celerity of thee...

Will not move these sticky mountains...

Covered by orange clouds with a double rainbow...

Just proves I'm lucky to even see you...

Eyes closing to the plumb breath of the meadow...

The sun warming my veins...

Showering me with sheep covers...

As I sleep between nothing.