Oh life!!

I write my life

In the nights dark canvass

Playing music of silence

I turn to increase the bass

On the other side

The holes play as stars

Years are marked with

A brush of time as dots and bars

Visuals are splotched rough

Soul is squeezed as a cotton pad

Ominous clouds as ideas

Strike down the immoral and bad

Must I go on to reach the end

And wait to mend the hem

You have to raise me high

When I am finished with the game