Briefcase in your heart
I see you
Through the flow in my head
See you clad in cloths
Dyed red
But not just the cloths
It's your whole being
Covered in this sickening blanket
Of heat and pain
Are you in agony, I wonder?
Is this the hell they told me about?
Have we been condemned?
Reduced to nothing but pain
And hurt
At least we have each other
You and me
In our envelopes of crimson
I try in vain
"Take my hands," I shriek
"Let's protect each other"
You and me
Through this hell
My body contorts
And deforms into nothingness
Yet you.
You remain the same
Clad in red
With faraway eyes
You
Like a statue
Your eyes fixed somewhere else
You never see me
Just the red briefcase in your heart.
We aren't together
It's always been me alone
While you stand there aloof, with the briefcase in your heart.