Spine

Restoration
If I could draw my own self portrait – I'm blindfolded, gagged and bound. My window's drawn. My light is shattered. My floor is bare. I turn away into this corner. Frozen shards of silver emptiness. Fingertips shatter the glass Moving closer – pulling away the dust And still the view is empty. Cracks, decays – cutting just to feel. Bleeding, staining – opaque, brittle and rotten. Brittle, dust – older than time. I gave you life...some truths will die with me. If I could believe that your soul would burn forever I'd take my sins and commit them eternally. If I could draw my own self portrait All you'd see is a tattered canvas at my feet. From Letras Mania