Empty hall, full heart
Blood, sentimental
His head is not working
it’s too late to check his thoughts
The fisherman’s engine soundwaves
bouncing off the rooftop angle
His burning cigarette
is going into flight mode
They’ll form two shadows,
away from the cold human gathering
Into the freezing streets,
they’ll catch cold and not regret it
Starving, but hunger’s not an issue
She says “I already miss you”
She gets so intelligently lost,
he’s not walking, he’s falling in her
The fisherman’s engine soundwaves,
bouncing off the rooftop angle
His burning cigarette,
is going into flight mode
They’ll form two shoulders,
away from the witch’s curse
They won’t drink the potion,
they’ll hunt for survival
They’ll form two shadows,
away from the cold human gathering
Into the freezing streets,
they’ll catch cold and not regret it