• There is a feature in my painting
    I need to paint it black
    This foreboding scene has haunted me
    And reminds me of my past
    It reaches out and touches me
    It cries for me in pain
    It teaches me the lessons
    Through the brushstrokes' sweet refrain

    There is an image in my mirror
    It taunts me in the dark
    Beside my torn reflection
    It deridingly leaves its mark
    The ghosts of my past actions
    Possessed me in the night
    Moved my hand to the canvas
    And brought my crimes to light

    This feature, it is taunting me
    It drains me of my might
    This image seeks to kill me
    Against it, I can't fight

    Bring me back to sanity
    To that which I don't deserve
    Take from me what I don't need
    Please listen to my words
    Release before the judgment
    Torment before the end
    Enlightenment before demise
    A break before the bend

    There is a feature in my painting
    I need to paint it black
    This image holds me still inside
    I cannot be brought back.

    I've reunited with you...