impending doom

psychic twin,
you said i was the bitter end -
do you feel my pain?
i press my palms to yours
and radiate energy
and you are gone
and I am all alone out here.
french lilac blossoms
a month late.
i feel the green against my skin
with grey skies sinking
into shallow graves
i dig.
what pounds bloody red
like a heart?
a rose,
in rock bed,
trampled by sin.