Let your eyes close on me,
With each stroke of your brush
Swipe blindly at the stark white
Unaware, as always.

Let your tune dance on the quintet lines,
With each note of fine string
Echo within my void that
Gleams, with promise.

Fill me in, O you with nine tails,
Let your colours ooze upon my wounds
Of a skirmish long ago,
Of a skirmish long ago…