Iodine & Razorblades

Inside of an ambulance

Your first glimpse violent

Now the fingers on your hands

Is there any more that you wanted to say?

We'll meet in an orange colored December

Iodine and razorblades

And you smelled like Easter sometimes

Sometimes it's like you flat-lined in the wake of emptiness

We slept in the ambiance

These glowing blankets

Now the sliver in my hand

Is therе any more that you wanted to say?

We'll meet in an orangе colored December

Iodine and razorblades

And you smelled like Easter sometimes

Sometimes it's like you flat-lined in the wake of emptiness

Blood clots permeate

The cells you thought you knew

Are these veins collapsed now?

A picture with the eyes cut out and every frame like open mouths

A picture with the eyes cut out and every frame like open mouths