Our Blood

You say it’s okay, that I can let go,
blood on your hands,
golden-glowing fingertips,
warming hearts as you grow cold,
you will never have a childhood to hold.

I won’t let you die alone,
poison runs through our veins,
souls intertwined, ribbons running thin,
we have to do this though,
otherwise the world will never be the same.

In the end, it doesn’t matter,
death comes slow for us brother,
inky darkness cloaks our pain,
nobody will remember us in the end.

Remember the time we carved our names,
into the base of the old-oak tree?
Maybe we can live eternally,
into the wood and the sea.