It starts with a whisper.
Blood in each breath.
With color streaming by,
It brings joy.
Inked on the day we met.
When the colorful,
swirls of light
Are visions in sleepless nights —
It knows sad and cried.
When the meaningful
Swirls of light
Were eclipses in heavy nights —
It knows blackholes hide.
Sometimes I’m waiting, I wonder, if meaning will continue to evade me
I’m wishing, I ponder, if death will deal a new hand
I’m waiting, I wonder, if meaning will continue to erase me
I’m wishing, I ponder, if death will come take my hand
Leanna 