uoy ot gnis I
seuh derettahs fo yballul a
htrow dna ytilaudividni fo snoitcarfer
kni gniyrc neeb ev'uoy
em revo lla deraems
ynnuf s'ti, das os gnikool
I sing to you
a lullaby of shattered hues
refractions of individuality and worth
you've been crying ink
smeared all over me
looking so sad, it's funny
'sit scriptor aspiret invicem'
Should we?
we already are.
Each other we paint;
"blood from thee."