Ohhhh what a shame.....................

by A piece of my broken heart is embedded in you forever   Jul 25, 2008


I shall paint my pain, on this canvas, the colours shall be rich and deep and fresh just like blood, just like my pain,
i shall paint my pain, hmmmm what colours should i use?
Maybe Blue
How about red!!!!!
Lets mix it with my blood,
to really make it mine,
this picture i shall paint,
I shall paint it with my blood,
I shall paint my pain,
shall i use a palette, or shall use my wrist,
hmmmm lets see,
Is my blood enough for you?????
how about another slit?????
There you go,
This picture i paint, with my hands shaking with pain,
Weakened by these slits on my wrist,
Yet i must continue this feat,
As i paint with my blood,
My knees are becoming weak,
my hands losing ther grip,
Yet i must continue this feat,
As i paint with my blood,
My hands becoming numb,
My whole body shivering with cold or is it the pain??
Yet i must continue to paint,
I feel weak, my hands, i can no longer lift,
My eyes, it all seems to fade,
i try to continue to paint my pain,
I can no longer see, yet i throw few strokes, as i fall,
on the ground, with my eyes wide opened and still unable to see,
I feel weak, extremely weak,
I can no longer lift my wrist, no longer can i slit my wrist,
I take few more breaths, i then gasp for air,
I want to look at my pain, which i painted on this canvas,
unfortunately for me i can no longer see, nor lift my neck, nor move my feet,
and then i say your name, and shut my eyes,
I can no longer feel any pain, i feel like as if I'm in a dream,
But unfortunately for me this was not a dream,
As i see myself, lying on the floor, bathing in my own blood,next to me i see a canvas, painted with rich colour
I say to myself wow what a masterpiece,
But then i realize, hey thats me, covered in blood,
i try to wake him up, but without any hope,i grab his collar, i shake him up,
I look at his wrist, OH my dear,it's full of slits,
I look at his face, his eyes, his lips,
all turned blue, as if deprived of blood, maybe it was love,
As i give up,
i shed some tears,
now i see me being taken away, with my dear ones crying away,
Now it makes all sense,
I realized, i had killed myself,
Whilst trying to paint my pain,
Ohhhh what a shame.....................

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