The Artist Mistook Our Love

I pace in the halls
In the emptiness that falls
The scent of sorrow
How hard it is to follow

The tears that sway
The unthought words to say
Left for the vultures pickings
The hate is just heating

The abstract landscape left unseen
The artist's mind is clean
The memories are mixed
Love is a lottery fixed

These eyes that gazed
In death, are glazed
The tears that weep
The knife that penetrates deep

The blood that drips
The blood on my fingertips
The scream that makes no sound
Blood drips down

Left in the dark
Life never to start
Can't see what has to be true
The blood splatter brings a beautiful hue

Pathetic little whimper
The hatred is on simmer
The words won�t come
The memories to shun

Cloud left drifting
Laughter is up lifting
The sun is the heat
This hope never to meet

The pen in hand
Alone, I must stand
The key to find
This untruthful mind

Travel the distance
The pain with insistence
Blisters on my feet
The weary travel without a seat

The trees blurred
The artist's mind deterred
Mixed into one
An image yet to come

The blood dried
The hurt to hide
Purpose in nothing
That never meets anything

The eyes in your mind
The hatred to find
Psychotic thoughts
Anger haunts

Nothing that will or has changed
Now that I am become so ashamed
The artist's lost their inspiration
Going to die in desperation

Scream till your throat is raw
All this anger I saw
The blade that slips to the ground
The blood puddle to be found

Thoughts lost in you mind
Thoughts that I wish never to find
We don't speak with words anymore
We speak actions left scratched in the door

Lost little girl
The colours combined, marvellous swirl
The lies left to seethe
The fire left to breathe

Canvas smashed
The colours had clashed
The artist has surrendered
The picture is murdered

The canvas bleeds
Innocent child, clutch your beads
We are the painting
This love is cremating

The artist is leaving
The painted picture is grieving
Manipulated into lies
All this seen in our eyes

My flesh, my blood
Feelings crash in a flood
You distance, you heart
The artist has gone and depart