VENOM's blog: "the painter"

She sits and crys not knowing where too go . the only thing she's worthy of is the fear of being alone. she sit's on a bridge waiting for the train. she doesent know what too do her faith is driving her insane. she wants too live and just go back home but its like he's controlling her and she doesent know. he's telling her too stay and wait for the train. he's telling her too jump. and dont hesitate. shes trying not too listen trying not too hear. but suddenly she sees the train and its coming near. she wants too move but he Say's no she wants too scream. like theres nowhere too go. as the trains lights hit her eyes.

I was a dull portrait of life Reduced by emptiness Dismantled by a rusted knife And darkened by absence of happiness Till you came for me to change Brought a paint and sturdy brush Filled me with colors beautifully arranged With ease I know you're not in a rush Colored my skies with cold blue Scattered green across my grassy farm You were an artist which I loved so true Makes me feel away from any harm My days when they were dark and dim Summoned a glittering yellow ray Gliding across my face was your beam Of warm light that leads me to your way When I laid down for me to rest Sprinkled pieces of shimmering white Of stars that never twinkled to its best Then your vivid face makes everything alright As I rose with a motionless twilight morning You flew above and spread a violet atmosphere I sat down and thought you were a perfect being That made my life almost complete with you near In a valley I stood and gaze the colorless sundown Then you weaved a warm blood like red never less That vanishes my heavy and vexing frown I thank you, the painter that trimmed my life's mess