A blank canvas mocks my creativity
The frustration evokes my sensitivity
Tears force me to my knees.
Her beauty simply cannot be portrayed
My artistic skills feel betrayed
She cannot be tamed by canvas and paint
My position in art is under debate
Speech is held at gun-point by tongue.
Love is constricted by a noose, but has yet to be hung
My hand trembles like the words i frantically seek
My mouth opens, but I've lost my ability to speak
The paint brush remains in still and silence
Anxiety renders me weak and lifeless
I throw the paint in a blind furry
Red splatters from the wall to the floor
What was once white is not anymore
My mundane studio has been raped by color and rage
How could i voluntarily walk off this set stage?
I can't help how I feel when the curtains are raised
An ocean of emotion crashes and roars...
Confinde in my stomach that desprately prays for no more