Painted Blood

[brandnewmessiah]

Pale is the skin
Until vibrant with color
The black of a bruise
The blue of another
A mural to pain
Watercolor from her eyes
The love turned to stain
Every time she cries

Fear is the brush
He dabs in his hate
She tries to hush
But the silence comes too late
Anger in red
Splattered on the wall
In a still life of suffering
The canvas does fall

Now all is dark
No hues but gray
What once was a rainbow
Has all but faded away
Leaving blotches on a floor
And her as a center piece
And just like before
Another painting has ceased

He washes his brushes
Tries to hide his art
She helps him clean
Burdening the fault as her part
Knowing his work is unfinished
She believes it is love
And with a soul diminished
She poses as painted blood

[Sam]

You are just good!!!!!!!

Sam

[anirbas]

Startling, eloquent, beautiful sadness, Messiah. Sabrina.

[vixen]

Messiah, you do paint a picture very well, I could feel this one like my own heart beating. Vixen