Stabbed repeatedly with voodoo pins
Quietly dispised in the shadows
Pictured swing in the gallows
Subtely seduced into destruction
Pushed without obstruction
The powder burns on my head
The hole through which I'm bled
Shards of bone scatter the floor
Mixed amongst the gore
Only one round was all
Gray matter clings to the wall
I only needed one shot
A wound that will never clot
A strange painting appears
One expressing my fears
A self portrait I shall never see
Painted in woe and misery
