The Painter's Daughter

December 25, 2017

Looking at all these colors
Swarms of ecstasy
I feel the world, the world of yours.
Your paint of blood
Runs your body
Let’s your heart beat
Must have slipped in my DNA.
I find red on my canvas
And I’m searching for you
Because somewhere along the veins, you must feel it too.
In the middle of the night
the blasted screams
shattered vase,
you must bleed.
And here I am wondering,
in the hollows of our cries,
they line our walls
trying to cover
the cracked walls
trying to stop
the Shadows that spill right in,
of the home you tried to build.

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