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.