The Painting
Darkness hugs my every move
I am cold. My breath is shallow.
and my screams are not yet heard.
Monstrous men hold me down
now all I see is black.
am I dead? how did I get here?
Though I am conscious
my mind is blank
a shiver rolls down my spine.
blood drips off my lifes canvas
the tall man in the white coat
throws on the colors of death.
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