Thou art carved your visage into my head
And painted it so perfectly into my heart...

We were both a part of that tide
The one that swept past you and across the ocean...

Sanity was not an option.
In her mind, the line of woe, had been crossed far...

In this somber home I call my own,
drab ceilings paint shades of grey into my soul...

I beg to differ.
Yet beauty stabs me, immortalizes me with one shot...