Make It What You Want

fading out, 'round the room

not so loud, i'm leaving soon.

dusk to dawn, another ruse

tie me on, a beautiful noose.

not a sound. just a sight.

half way drowned, in a dazzling light.

might we let life try

with time, to take our signs

our lies, our perfect designs

when the moment arrives

and bend that shine

the blinding light

into an assortment of colors

with six blurry devides.

so the overwhelming light,

became the artist's delight.

way too much was really just right.