The ink is dying in my thoughts
What am I
On
No widow wakes
Nor sleep from my
Dreams
Blank whiteness so becomes
Blinded

Music takes me
Plays my soul
Beats my toes to a jitter
Hands that want to scream
Hold this pen of life

So cold is the flow
A breath on hold
Cold
So cold
Teeth bitten to a silence
The ink has solidified
My heart had died