Two years
And seven months to the day
Still fresh
But the memory starts to decay
His name forms across her lips
They still remember
And she falls
She walks a street
In the dark and cold
Her feet are dragging she's all alone
Footsteps speed up and they start to splash
She sees the color
On the wall
Broken bones and catacombs
Decompose the varicose
Her eyes slowly
Adjust to the dark
She sees
A twin to her still beating heart
Comes close
Reaches a hand to touch
She knows the victim
And recalls
His hair
Fell and covered his face
His eyes clouded
Locked in a gaze
Footsteps speed up and they start to splash
She sees the color
On the wall
Broken bones and catacombs
Decompose the varicose
In the blood
Was it enough
In the cold
In the dark
In the blood
In the heart
Broken bones
Catacombs
Decompose
Varicose
Left for dead
Sees the red