Silent Sketch

Give anything to sound like that.
Beg if I only knew angels.

I would give up everything I have just to be strong enough to look at myself and to see something.
Pull the needle from my vein and sigh.
Eyelashes clasp to help erase;
Save you for today.
We are only lines that make up a silent sketch.
Picture I've imagined all these years doesn't even look like me anymore.

Charming and delusional at best.
Naked and disarmed I stand before these queens of jaded emptiness.