Oil cascades from the depths of my eyes
to the lips of my fingers

I have lost all sense of feeling
Only emptiness remains in these walls
Smears of black
Solitude embraces

I, no longer

Black and white photographs and a pile of notes
is all thats left

She wept.

An open wound, with insects inside
and scars on my wrists
Hopelessness, hopelessness
rope burn on my throat
They're watching, always watching
Dwelling in oceans
until they carry me home

I hold on to time.

It's bleak, in here, so bleak
Only crimson shines, only black light
It flows like crimson wine, it flows
and desperation calls like dying crows

Holding, and sipping wine