Heroin.

I'm having only one way in my mind, and it's about you. Come to me. Tell me your memories. This one will begin with your name. Take your skin and switch it off under the violent moon. Here, there is an eye looking at you, catching your first kiss to the air. I don't know how long is this tear, but it comes once and again, and it feel so dark and so alone. It's about you. Try again, closer; you can run but you won't stop until that slow river. Somewhere, I'll call you using your name, the oldest of them.