Painting a lovely picture,
But its not a regular painting,
The paintbrush is a knife,
And the skin is the campuses,
Painting a pretty picture with blood red paint,
Using the sharp paintbrush,
Finally of years of pain im dead,
The beautiful picture fades slowly,
Washing away the past,
And all known is gone.
STAI LEGGENDO
Scream:Poams
PoesiaI look up you were there, then you vanished in thin air, and now im lost and cant find my way back, i sream your name but noone ansered, I try and try to find you but you can hear me sream in pain from the broken walls that are srenking by my sorrow...
