Would I Have Lived Died If Not For You

Would I have lived died if not for you If you were the land and I the vessel Would I've ventured into port to follow? You to your bedchamber your condo Love can't anchor me, it's all a deceit Death, he's like some chirpy parakeet Mocking each day, left in front of me Pointing at a rainbows disappearing act, he Then hands me a dirty greying canvas Says now change your circumstances Handing me a pallet knife says capture Life's prismatic, colours, in all its rancour. In truth those colours faded, they're amiss Everything I've painted likens to hieroglyphs. Unreadable(But) like a small child, A small vessel, whose been chipped, I'm beguiled.