Living with scars Undying wounds from the past Painful marks - that never really cure Fine lines Vague hatchings Without colors without life The image finds its way Like a frame without matter Just a canvas - bland No dye, no scheme, no direction Like a frame without matter Eyes can't understand A trace, a scratch Misfit a meaningful patch Style and shape Like shrouded in an opaque cape The colors ready to bleed Like a frame without matter Just canvas - bland No dye, no scheme, no direction Like a frame without matter That is waiting for The tears, the hurts, events - that will push It further Like a frame without matter Eyes can't understand This process from inside All the injuries Which had to be recieved Every needle Rammed into one's heart All the tears Raining from the eyes Unfinished imagery When will one ever see? Death will finish what birth started All the injuries Which had to be recieved Every needle Rammed into one's heart All the tears Raining from the eyes Unfinished imagery Until the curtain falls