The Art of Death

by Katrina Boblina   Oct 16, 2005


I never realized that
death was such an art
a canvas of blood and tears
painted straight from the heart.

A painful experince
to make one of your own
theres only one way to see it,
only from your heart can it be shown.

blood, your thick paint,
The devil, your paper,
knife, your paintbrush,
god, the eraser.

So come all artists
and join in the place
a place of burning flames
one that many will face.

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