Her love is graffiti On the blank walls Within me, All those colors All just seem Like different Shades of red To me, As they pool At my feet I admire her soul Not like I have X-ray vision, But I've seen Her beauty faded Before me As a rose That wilts As a flower That withers, All that is pretty Isn't just plasticine, It's real flesh As every breath Oxidizes from within, I know that all that will be left Is like What it must be For the deaf and blind Only what I feel From and for her When I'm near...