Bleed Hope.
My heart was strung from feelings wound
from an absent emotion
which rang euphonic distortion of memories
i left to drown in tears of seclusion.
I'll scream this pain from my lungs.

We live life as a blank canvas.
Your skin against my skin begins
to mend these shards of my life
that had fallen to the floor.
And this ink pen,
spills from my heart what
I could never say.

And I took this canvas which lay dull and cracked...
and painted an angel with more radiance
than the breath of the sun.
More radiance than the breath of the sun.