This portrait of our past fades ever slowlypaintedtainted by our own handsa masterpeice now forgottenour work of artcan you paint this shattered heart?shades of red and gray line my heartstringsbut theyve snapped and i’ll use them as a noosean artists dream of beauty now realizedsuicidewrists bleed red to dry inblackike my paints have dried with timeartworkmy bloody canvas explains my liferead the tradgedy through the paint like a suicide note mistaken as a masterpeicethats not what i meantmy tears stain bluemy blood dries blackand yet you say wonderfulhandmade by a broken heartour work of artcall it modern, call it newjust say its the best youve ever seenmistake my pain for a masterpieicebut just know the highest bidder will adore my blood at nighti wont be around to see it