Paint Your Own Death

You've been painting with purple and black The night you'll lose your life Detailed with crude brushstrokes Layered on thick, but it's starting to dry. Soon your artwork will be finished And your life along with it. This is all you have to live for; This mess of sticky colors. You don't want to see the whole picture-- You try to make tiny bits of beauty. The pleasure you feel at splattering paints Is enough to keep you ignorant. Your work is but a stain; True beauty scratched out or covered-- But you refuse to step back and look. You work obliviously, unaware of the beast you've created. You don't realize that when you're done, you're done... So you paint frivolously and in a rush! You don't take breaks for fear of boredom-- Never even stop to clean your brush! Purple mixed with Blue and Yellow Darkened to greys and browns No purity of White or integrity of Green Only dirty Darkness. You say you're okay; you're enjoying yourself... But you'll never know Beauty. I cry for your ignorance But you have chosen to be ignorant You are no child; you are not innocent You have refused opportunity to learn the true art of painting You just want to have fun! --You can't admit that you aren't having fun... And you don't care. But my waiting for you won't last. I don't know how to make you Understand. So much potential gone to Waste! Your so-called art is Misery. I pity your cause There is no more for me to do You're likely to get worse. Paint furiously and fast Maybe on High you can be taught proficiently Condemning yourself--freeing yourself-- Finish your hideous work and die! Earth had nothing more for you...