The Portrait’s Edge

[Verse 1]
The sheets drape, from the edge
Of your hospital bed
As a sliver of moonlight shines through
As the color fades from your eyes

As the color fades from your eyes
I plead for the sun to shine
From here we collapse
The coming of silence

Imminent
Losing hope dust glides across the tear ridden room
I find comfort and pain in our past
Stretched and torn by
Photos and nostalgia
It’s here we take our last breaths a
Final dance and embrace

Woven from opposing fabrics
Whose fate colored us to mix
I break and fold
And tear and reform
As you come closer
To true perfection
A portrait

I can’t stop
The silver screen reality
A hereditary disease
Yielding tickets to the eternal movie
I must leave this, leave her

Passing hospital paintings
I feel pieces of me crumble and die
A life I’ve left behind
An idealist living in his own simulation