If I could, I would pick up
my ink pen, drowning an ocean
into you, instead of drowning
you inside one.

Wash away rotten feelings for sake
of ignorance.  Carve scriptures into
your minds delicacies so you no longer
dwell on "imperfections."

I would write you through every depth
of "crazy", only without the hurt,
so you no longer perish
on the idea of "death."

I thought you were dying
but you're just painting
red into black and white world.