With bowed head
Im sketching new plan
Looking like angel is drinking blood from my fresh wounds
Hate, anger, despair
a desire to fall, lust
Absorbs me completely
Im flicking hair but I don't see the face
Invisible canvas of outlined events
Next lines of the plan are like the days leading up to the end
Black lines are blurring together and form a black hole
A void that cannot be filled
Everything come back and go leaving behind emptiness