Grin

Impressed upon the page, each note

Engraved into the mind

Each thought falls further behind

The trains assault the senses

The strain distorts my vision

The world where I've been living

Now a distant recollection

Stretched across this canvas

A new masterpiece is sketched

A dance with lovely death

Whose brush is drenched in paint

Red slips past the edge

Of days dressed up as nights

Whose costumes leave to the imagination

What longhand dreams I write

A room of masks and mirrors

And flesh dressed in overexposure

The vagaries of the shadows

Now clearly defined

And falling behind, the winds of time

Have stolen my mind, and embrace all

That we have named, forsake all we have tamed

Their weakness is my strength

Eyes closed, fists clenched

They wade through muddy days while

I intoxicate, invigorate the senses

There is no reality left in this

But prescience, the essences

Of these elements, who dance and collide

Entrance and divide the world, to the victor

Go the spoils, to the captivated go

These oils, who spill unburdened across

The vast white, the last light of day

Struggles against the encroaching night

I will fight, I will die

I will live like the skies

Who shine bright some nights

And torrent from veiled eyes

Impressed upon the page, each note

A grave for the mind

Whose lines read simply

"Here lies a dead man

Who lived, surely, every moment

Up to the end."