Poem -
Painted Red
I am a painter of death
I will paint the white red
For the only good
Is that of red
~~
There is no other colour
No other way
For blood must run
The colour red.
~~
I will paint a master piece
Of blood,
Of flesh,
The master piece
Of the knife.
~~
The blood will run
The paint is red
I will paint many pictures
They are of,
Pain,
Suffering ,
Cruelty,
They drip with each stroke.
~~
I will paint
With the cruelty
That is me,
The canvas will run red.
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Comments
Poetic-T
A verse in red, My applause, My vote
Regards & Love
WILLIAMSJI MAVELI
The dark side I think is fascinating, you quite clearly have a penchant for all things deathly lol! Nice write Poetic-T:)
Deep ...interesting ...if the color wasn't red it could almost be black ... well wrote !
Tina x