I'll run my hands along your canvass
Hung in blank, forgotten frames
And as I stare upon that hue
My fingers itch to paint you blue

You are colorless, encased in black
It being the only distinction of your existence
We both know how much those words ring true
And yet you struggle against my tainted muse

What battle is there left to fight?
Why must you take up arms against my brush? 
This color represents all that is you
It would stand for a different kind of view

You are like the ocean, luring me to drown
Like weeds that grow in the cracks of sidewalks
Let me show you how much you grew
How deep this hole is that you've sunk me into

I'll make a masterpiece, a dying art of your face
The side I cannot capture in a digital snap
The eyes of who you are will surely shine through
Behind windowless planes of the mask that you had drew

Sin stands out nicely, a shadow against this page
You cannot hide behind darkened curtains of illusion you have sewn
How will you keep the light from reflecting scars anew?
Can you run from the anchor shipwrecking you to a sea of blue?