Pulse

Pulse

Tears of our battling hearts

Bursting, bursting into something beautiful

Hold my hand

Watch us fall

Hearts of a pulsing crimson

Pulsing, pulsing metronome

Angry pendulum

Frozen hands

Angry pendulum

Strangling, strangling

By the hands of time enslaved.

Our enemy becomes our porthole

Did we all fall by the dimensions?

Staring at each other lovingly

Reaching for each other tenderly

The distance like knives

Metronome of sharpness

Not even time can kill who we are.