I stand here
Painting black circles
On a black canvas
Can you hear me?
This blood spattered canvas
Sings a different song
Than anything
I’ve ever sung before.
I can’t take the distance,
I can’t take this.
My paint is spilling
Across the floor,
Leaving stains
In disturbed patterns.
My mind left reeling,
I’m frozen
In this shallow reality.
Someday I will finally reach you
I wish I had help
I wish you were here.
Where did you go?
I never meant to lose you,
But I guess you were already gone
Before we even left.
The thought of this shattered reality
Leaves me tattered and torn.
Broken, I realize this is the end
I remain alone,
Forever in silence,
This is my end,
Thank you life for the colors.
Wednesday, May 14, 2008
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