I see where the lines are leading 
I know all I am losing 
Slow 
Time is taking 
A life not worth living 
I see where the lines are leading 

Empty is this life 
A portrait, painted all in white 
A conclusion which was written 
In words that failed to define 

Vanished from my sight 
A hope, collapsing fraught with bright 
A well of absence 
A will withdrawn