Painted
Picture-plain
Fallen Eve that I am
What can I feel
When the light starts to fade
And the gla** clears?
No history
In the face on the wall
Made of moments
Silvered secrecy
Can't escape what I do
I create to delay
Time
Pays its way
And the face on the wall
Matches moments
And does she cry
Two-dimensional tears
Comprehending?