Here, I am,
falling like a fallen page,
Where, I am,
thinking inside this modern cage,

This, is my,
world of dreams and real fantasy.
This, is how,
my world is full of reality.

But, I don’t see,
how I can think of me,
when I am here,
asking my shadow “what do I feel?”

The world is too bright,
tone it a bit down for me to see,
the world is so dark,
paint it up for me to feel.

So take my breath,
take it and help it help me heal,
and paint the world,
in my blood so I can finally see.

“Pain the world in my blood.” 3rd in Night Series. In Pleasant Hill, California. May 8th, 1:12am. On TwitPic.com/BesZ. On Twitter.com/BesZ. On Flickr