You see the blank white of canvas
Stretch beyond horizons reach
As simple line edges make the image
A two tone, grey-scale; Bleached

For the world is empty, too empty
When it has lost all colour and complex line
Harsh edges form definition
But even those will fade with time

As i roll over in this barren expanse
And see every impression where you lay
Draw out the shape of your figure with my fingers
And watch it all just wear away

As time erodes everything
Every pencils soft grey line
Even the vibrancy of chromatic life
That seeped in like ink; when you were mine

Unlike now;
Now my world is a stark grey
Of charcoal and harsh paper white
I always did love these desolate sketches
And playing with dark and light

But my artists hands have stilled so
Because i cannot draw all that i feel
This emptiness and loneliness
Not even my words feel real

As i reach out for 6 strings
Canvas and pencil
Paper and pen
I beg of you to let me sing
In colour and shape again

Not in these cold
White, bleak voices
That fade my image
And become a minds haze
That hollow my eyes
And whiten my face
When in a mirror i gaze

For i find i am lost
In a deep abyss
Since you took it all away
Come on, get a grip!
You are worth more than this,
Don't let them steal your face!

But all i see is the blank white of canvas
Stretching on and on out of reach
And you look at my world of new work
And wonder

Why the use of bleach?