Painting

Palette of an artist
Heart of ruin
shades in all that is of blood

From scarlet to blue
pictures are painted
They hate her
They all hate her
She loves them
They hate her

Pictures of raw pain
Of anger, of hate
No matter what its all there

She tried once
To love and accept
She died twice
for that same sin
Never again.

So locked in her room
Painting pictures of death
She will die
Sharpening her blade
yet it will still grow dust

She sits down in the room
Tears on her face
And drops a match
In what should of been water.