Lost to the Living

I see where the lines are leading I know all I am losing Slow Time is taking A life not worth living I see where the lines are leading Empty is this life A portrait, painted all in white A conclusion which was written In words that failed to define V

blurred and pale I saw your face as my body rests everything has languished but the sense of a memory fading the morning light so thin I feel it breaking it crosses the wall towards my body the wall above I saw it changing in the morning light emptin