Ah, but do you want to know my secret?
I draw with cold and unbeautiful silver,
& it comes out red.
Oh? You want to hear a story?
I wanted to write exactly how I felt,
But I left the page,
b l a n k.
And I couldn’t have described,
It any better,
I found this in the lost pages of my rotted notebook,
thought it might find a place to belong here now.
— The End —