Blank sheets enveloped in grieving. Foolishly
bleeding for you. Waiting. it was never meant to
be today. Window panes colliding and worried
drips of sweat that have fallen from my chin. The
devil devoted and she brought this trembling. all
of this collapsing, I seed through. Seized
ceiling preaching sinister color. I reach to
anything recognizing and it all comes back to
you. You with your hands would heal all my scars
and so I as, 'after I lost everything would you
hold me and would you love me until this spine
could hold this head up high again?' that's all
I’ll ask, I won't ask. He is dead.