Needless Things: Blood is red My Skull is Blue the reason why is I dont have you

Blood is red, my skull is blue, The grave is cold but colder without you. My heart once beat, but now it groans, Wrapped in echoes, fleshless bones.

I carved your name in coffin wood, I’d hold you still, if dead I could. But fate was cruel, the earth was deep, And love is something death can’t keep.

My jaw hangs loose, my teeth still ache, For whispered vows we didn’t make. You danced in life, I wept in dust, Now rust and rot replace our trust.

They paint my bones a mournful hue, Because I’m cursed to miss just you. No pulse, no breath, no light, no flame— Yet still I whisper your sweet name.

Blood is red, my skull is blue, No rest, no peace, no “we” just “who?” This aching grin, this hollow truth: I died the day I lost your youth. NNN