I have had this sort of floating around in various forms for a week or two.  Its not finished,  but I am just not sure what needs to be done.

You slit my skin and the prophets reappear
Are you looking at me,  I’m looking at you
Sunken eyes, a broken smile
Walking under the sky of red
Hand in hand we go

I will have a look at this again in a couple of weeks,  this is a period of reflection.