In too the painting we go.
Flowing colors.
A landscape surreal
The portrait within the picture.
Yellow and green filling the canvas
A slave, being tortured.
I feel a strange distaste as I see the red mix with the yellow and green.
Skin ripped at the seams.
The beasts behind
Black and orange body's,Whipping the weak.
Beating the beaten.
Destroying the destroyed.
Killing the dead.
Back too the room of main optical focus.
Immersing my self with it too and fro.
The water on the floor, lying below an open draw.
With paper in the brown box. Maybe an important letter should have been sent?
Its too late now!
The carpet, musty brown.
Sooty stains perm marked, and ingrained like a scar never too fade.
A women standing naked if you undress her of the gown.
Beauty seemingly hurt the beast her face unknown turned away looking out of the window.
Surely horrified at the spectacle bestowed upon her.
Rolls upon rolls of fiery red screaming, hurtling.
Sky burnt too a blood red.
Crisp and boiling too the core.
Daffodil colored streaks explode out wards spiraling into the distance
Sun sits, like a tangerine sitting on a scarlet pillow.
The sky as mean as his life has been.
The walls filled with anger thrown in her direction in black it reads.
You traitor! death will bestow the women for whom enters and manifest my brain., I am now unworthy of love , anything of beauty hides forever.
The woman is you!! No man can survive what you put me through.
The blue river around her feet are surely droplets of tears but these will not wash away the pain of the man as he has already suffered for two and a half years..
She stands alone now.
The ceiling made out of gritted ice, beginning too melt in the far corner. Guess she never took his good advice.
Nothing will save her now!
The fatal final breaths will will release him!
Somehow!!
