Graffiti

Life dull as a grim tainted wall
Blank, horrid and without limit
Faceless people peer in revulsion
Vague, uncertain what creature had stricken its blow
Graffiti spared of color and expression
Those revolting expressions were mine
Nameless viewers gagged as sickness hit them
Beaten, confused by that sick in my corrupt mind
I continue to paint with their silence
And again the wall loses another chip of its soul
As an infected needle I drew blood from crying eyes
Until like mine none could see
Now as the onlookers begin to recede
An incurable itch implanted, festering under my skin
I no its an illusion of deadly thought but I must claw
I claw until my figure is raw and sodden with black blood
Crawling like lethal poison resonating from my still heart
Till its throbbing reaches my arm, the graffiti may start once again
Like unimaginable fury weight arose from my shoulders
Thoughts like blades lifted onto empty wall of bashful life
Awed and shocked into static buzz pairs of white beads stare
As the core of essence split upon dark drop
Color on incomprehension burnt scars into failing minds eye
This new feeling had me on my knees drained and full in unison
I felt solemn surroundings without sense
I found alone the one i could see against life like grey
This graffiti an island of all that was absent
This image of serenity, beauty and mystery
Was the savior of this tortured soul
For you my love are this contrast so deep