One More Night.
A few short weeks have passed.
I am alone.
Wounded to the core
Pain pours out my fingers
And fills the canvas
I cannot stop it.
I shroud myself in silence
Giving in to the pain
Colors dance on the canvas
I can paint no wrong.
Some of the best works
I have ever done.
Yet, I would slash them to ribbons
For one more night of loving
In your arms.