It is only out of love
That my wandering hands I still
(stiller now than your heart)
I arrive at the transition of your breath
-my longing to be close to you
Your body that was once my home
is now my Muse
As I turn to the audience
and present to them

You:

Stiller than my heart
and the canvas of my love
Yet still I am no more depraved
than I once was
For I found you
dead inside from the start.