Bitter Red Machine. What would you do if I choked on your liquor? If I drowned in your mouth? Hard Candy, crushed velvet, red vengence. You could never get warm, while i’m swinging blue. Hand clasping hand, we run like school children to the playground, while sirens beat themselves to death on the rocks. You, with the dark ocean in your eyes. The beautiful never find peace. I fall quietly behind, like the road on a burning summer day. Sometimes, I want to fade into the nothing I once was.