Diagnosis: Lascivious

Trigger, bullets speed
Yellow flashes of light.
Sunbeam slash,
Struck like golden lightning.

Your spirit burns
And out of the wound,
Fly out empty whistled tunes.

Made of life
That is not my own.

Combine your blood

With mine.

Swerve

Surging through my veins, I run.
Trapped beneath your wrath.

The candle light has begun to dim,
I melt in darkness.

And become my own.

Under covers.
Alone, eternally.

Your sand will turn to stone.