Its a mixture of then and now
A blur of everything I've come to be
I can't help but wonder, 'how?'
Black it goes as my eyes shut
I wish to be blinded and left to remain
The worries leave my bloody gut
As I lay forever poetically slain
White, oh how white it's coming to be
My heart beats wildly, telling me I'm still alive
And like a miracle you've come to me
Taking away this crimson smeared knife
Black and white my pages were
Until you brought the color through and through
I was so close to traveling somewhere there
But I have reason to stay and thats you
Thank you, artist
Forever yours, poet