I'm a magician,
I paint with silver and it turns red,
Only this painting has a twist,
It isn't like what you've read,
A flick of the wrist and the painter is dead,
Only she was already gone a long time ago,
Life was draining from her long before the steady blood flow,
She was lost before she starting painting,
And she was done long before she gave up on waiting.
YOU ARE READING
Sad Poetry
PoetryMy only escape is through my writing. Welcome to my world ~ It's not very pretty, but I hope it makes you feel something. *Cover credit; Kaylannette
