Color-spattered canvas to one side
And wine-tasted bitterness before the eyes.
Greed beg, entrapment of freedom;
Singularity will forthcome no merit,
The infedility-remorse imagined
Prior to here.

One letter was left behind,
Within the binds of a bloodied book.
Tale of trash and rats and sewers -
It's true, one letter left behind,
Blue on white and lines of lead
Lead marching up and down lines of red
With hidden hopes and looping hiddens
That leap from folded pages
Of the lead- and red-fed lines.

Paint the canvas and leave the white
Of a dirty copper departure, midnight high.
There are no real images for to
Properly color your stark descent,
And nothing truthful or dishonest about
The shedding of tears.