Those with no name desire me

Portraits are a display of an artists thoughts
A pure canvas of emotion
what paint shall i create
What color shall I use
I wanted to create a happy image
But my hatred consumes it
Black water covers all
I feel Pieces of myself fading
As if I'm alone in this room
Wondering thinking I suspect i knew death was upon me...
So sweet it was to stare pain in the face
I fear those with with no names desire me
So I paint this only for them...