this portrait of our past fades ever slowly   painted   tainted by our own hands   a masterpeice now forgotten   our work of art   can you paint this shattered heart?   shades of red and gray line my heartstrings   but theyve snapped and i'll use them as a noose   an artists dream of beauty now realized   suicide   wrists bleed red to dry inblack   ike my paints have dried with time   artwork   my bloody canvas explains my life   read the tradgedy through the paint like a suicide note mistaken as a masterpeice   thats not what i meant   my tears stain blue   my blood dries black   and yet you say wonderful   handmade by a broken heart   our work of art   call it modern, call it new   just say its the best youve ever seen   mistake my pain for a masterpieice   but just know the highest bidder will adore my blood at night   i wont be around to see it