The Final Version of Me in Poetry

Just visualize my ink
Absorb through your veins
As my life travels through your body
Can you see
The color
I represent or
Can you hear
The spectrum of my echoes
Pumping your heart
Providing you
The gift of life

As I drift to my coma
White roses
Rain on top of me
Falling overboard
Drowning in the waters
That gave birth to me
My eyes are bleach
Buried six feet under
I crawl to the surface
So that I can bleed

Between death
And my final breath
A window opened
Momentarily for a second
Of clear visual thinking
As my angel bleeds
Between the mouth and eyes
Absorbing the prism
As a gift of light
I find myself suffering in an illusion
Surreal in the making
Which was created
Knowing the only answer is me
But when I get there
Will I subjugate the powers
That was invested in me
Or will I dispose of myself
In the final version of me