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All life inside him is gone

wonder why wonder where he belongs

tired eyes that he feel

all to real

in him all is gone

a grinder of thoughts I can see

like a sculpture he’s staring at me

thoughts of painting the rain

down the drain

his will is gone

(He)

can he see me can he feel me

he is alone

struggle with something called pain

in side something called life

empty looks at me

(But I)

know he is me mirror tell me

am I alone

empty expressions

replace my expressions of life

reflections of me

If I could paint

I would colour myself

with the colours I like

with the colours I need

with the colours I love

with no colours that bleed

just the ones that will feed

me with strength to move on

If I could paint on his face

a smile that he cannot erase

I would look thru his eyes

bleach all cries

open up his hands

I would with my fingers play on

his violinstrings play it strong

be one with myself

by myself

for no one else

(He)

can he see me can he feel me

he is alone

struggle with something called pain

inside something called life

empty looks at me

(but I)

know he is mirror tell me

am I alone

empty expressions

replace my expressions of life

reflections of me.