CaNVaS

Came the night, the longest one
Darkest of my life, with a red glowing moon
Passed were years didn't came the sun,
All is about to end, I did accept soon.

Got hold of a canvas near by
Mind is what they call it,
It painted my most painful dreams,
To said I, call it.

Inside me was a burning torch,
Not light, but was killing me.
I called it out and painted the canvas,
I feel the emptiness filling me.

Yet came a spark of light, sun is it whatI, thought.
Burning red was my canvas, broken to pieces, broken apart.

Along emptiness waiting me, for the torch to return, so I paint the canvas.
Canvas broken into ashes, I found me playing with it

Destroying it in every possible way
Sun did to come to see,
Me and canvas said stay away.






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