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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.

 
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Ian Shaw

Ian Shaw is a writer of morbid/horror poetry and short stories and is currently working on self-publishing a collection of his writings. He is incarcerated at California Rehabilitation Center in Norco, Calif., and is publishing under a pen name because he feels that his incarceration hurts his chances of being a successful writer.