A poem

[fairybluebell]

The paint(ing)

colour on a page forming nothing
               canvas moulding endlessly
                          paint the tool forming
                                  the something a living breathing monster
                                       no you'll see before the end
                                          thing you wish to believe is gone
                                                person you wish to ...kiss
                                                           life you wish to live
                                                               model your ethics on nothing we with to see
                                                                       gone till your in your personal hell 
                                                                               mad.
the painted becomes the painter.

love t xxxx