Closer the images come
The pictures in my head
To close, to near
Am I to reset

The sirens call, for you to come
Out form hiding
Out from above

The ceiling, I stay and weep
The roof talks back
By beating me

I hear the noise
The sound returns
There you are
There I was

The closer it comes
The more that it is brung
Stronger, Harder
Till I'm Done

The unfinished Image
Of you and me
Sits on the screen
As I press delete...

]By: Jason Rodriguez[