Pain

It was a dark night,

When the fact i was drawing,

Some beautiful paint,

On the paper of my body.

Beautifully how the red colour spilled,

Down through paper, the pain was filled.

Realising how the feelings expressed,

Desired to think, when I was distressed.

Finally the painting was complete

along with the feelings.

And the cold heart open to dreams,

Colours in new dreams were now filling...