13.Portrait
She's draped across the bathtub
Or lying on the floor
So cold her pale white skin
I'll touch her to be sure, blind redemption
The words were draped
In broken embers
Regret is all that I have
I can't seem to sleep without her face
The lines under my eyes
Foretell my sleepless nights
Why am I holding on？ Denial of frail wrists
The words were draped in broken embers
Regret is all that I have
I need you to paint this portrait in my mind
To take away my pain
Crawl back into the womb
Pre-mortal emancipation
The scars ripped across her neck
Mimic the holes of trephination, throw her back
The words were draped
In broken embers
Regret is all that I have
I need you to paint this portrait
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