Unsettled and Uneasy
You just don't understand
my canvas isn't clear
My eyes are sore from all the wind
and my brush isn't anywhere near
My mind is in a fog
clouds whirl gray and black
that's what you get a glimpse of
on the canvas when i turn my back
It doesn't matter to me
what you really see
the colors run down my face
not the canvas in it's place
I've resorted to the walls
to talk and tell the story
I'm not saying a word
I sketched out each and every story
I've awaked all the demons
that have been living in my self made hell
all the blackness I've not released
for my soul I wouldn't sell
Hallucinating in the day
from nightmares of the night
I hear a requiem softly lulling
dulling all that's bright
I said my mind is out of gear
my canvas I'd prefer not to show
for silver is the knife that stabs
and blood trickles on the snow
For eyes it makes innocence no more
to hearts it blemishes the prime
In souls the core goes deeply cold
and the sun it shines no more
For me I don't care who it touches
so you'd better might beware
when inquiring about the beast beyond
it might grasp you in it's clutches
I'm sure you'll be able to fight it
for its fight is not with you
My battles go unending
in dark and miser gloom
I ripped up the pretty canvas
that could have comforted you
In my eyes they were all distorted
and not in shades of blue
I won't say the colors were not true
I'm not saying they were wrong
For me they just don't work as well
They aren't what keeps me holding on.
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