Paint the Canvas Black

October 18, 2019

Paint this canvas black,

my dear

I'm tired,

of the red.

Of pretty pink,

that's pretty fake.

And wishing I were dead.

Paint the canvas black,

my dear

I'm tired,

of the green.

That covers hills

and covers trees,

and covers graves unseen

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