I try to paint a picture
of the future in my head.
The only colors given
are a thousand shades of red.
On the canvas of the mind,
a portrait of hate,
resembling me
and my ill fate.
A Picasso of pain,
the DaVinci of death,
that sweet release
of life and stress.
I paint a picture
of the future in my head.
Canvas of the mind
is where I lay dead.
