With your paint and nails
Carving out a place for every stitch
Have managed to defend the ruthless
Tireless
Helpless
And bold
Yet in the arms of red and black
You find no place to dwell
In the time of everlasting wrath
Have fallen
Into Hell
Landing gracefully
You scrape across a canvas full of lost emotion
A little smeared and cold
Hoping to land comfortably
Among the rose and thorn
And yet,
In knowing all that you have seen
You brave another shot
Encompassed with a poet's heart
In a painters state of being
You find yourself
In all your glory
And Artistic Suicide