Broken hearts and empty souls will always sink faster than the heaviest stone.
And such has mine sunk, as love leaves with the promise of return, yet I'm alone.
Alone, to fight for nothing, as nothing fights for that, which is tainted.
For my quaint happines comes forth, from naught, but red wrists painted.
Bleed thick my broken paint, stain anguish deep atop the visibility of an un-life, un-live
Pleasures of humanity, slashed to the red run's teeth, swallowed by paint is the hope to forgive.
Forgiven be not the broken, nor be the condemmed, for alone be the painter destroyed in sins of skin
Begin a canvas covered in sin, solitary brush strokes tainted of paint from within.
There is naught hello, just good-bye as truth is naught but lies where falls the tears of destroyed eyes.
Tears so destroyed alight incendiary desires to paint in such canvas of running red demise
Beg, mercy for the worsening sting to dull such pain, love hath gone and painted life red
The brush spills generously paints in tones of red, so shall be the brush forever still as the painter's dead...
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