I write because I too am human
When I'm with myself, I yearn for love
I look through the lens of a ghost long gone
Much like a red rose thirsting for the blue

Without life
Lack of foundation
No one to hold it
Let me bleed on this empty canvas

The pen is my knife
Blackened by the soot of anguish
The quivering heart, trembling hands
My last invoice for the gift of life