Masterpiece

From my past: for living is an art.

Breaking glass with gentle words
Fixing love with lies
Tying knotted fraying rope
Reliving late goodbyes

Scratching past the dulling paint
Of skin and boney rose
Pouring out the crimson band’s
Embellished golden prose

Here comes the blinding hate
A gift from saints above
Here comes the liquid pain
Adorned with all my love

Here comes the tearful smile
To paint with bloody grace
Here comes the blank canvas
To beg for your embrace

She’s bleeding out her heart for you
A stream of torn regret
A pool of depth you’ll never see
And one you’ll soon forget

So watch the dripping artist’s paint
The swirling on the floor
A masterpiece of heaven’s curse
And hope forever more