They say mirrors never lie
A clearer interpretation than the human eye
Fundamentally accurate and exact
The very reason you’re taken aback
Because that illustration staring through can’t possibly be you
That disgusting reflection is far from the truth
What makes an illusion fake?
What causes the mind to falter?
The blurred lines of reality and nonsense
Precipitate a sense of pure distress.
Rest assured, ease your mind
Those carnal provocations flowing through your brain
Your marks are a mere stain,
The human condition exhibits no accurate interpretation
Only theories, assumptions and wild guessing games
Are your thoughts a sport?
An awareness of what the ruminations are
But falsifying their melancholic means
Crossing your I's and dotting your T's
An excuse, a blame, a burden
The only real reason you need
The wood that kindles the fire in your skin
The ashes you can’t erase from your flesh
That burning ache traveling through your veins
It’s not mutilation, no far from it
A new skill, an art form to be mastered
The artist’s canvas arises in many forms
The detailed lines born from intricate handiwork
Now decorate the flesh of the paper
In the rawest ways imagined.
Drawing paint from the creator’s own arms
A complexion like that of a chocolate cosmos,
Rare, crimson and beautiful.
Ruby droplets splatter the floor
The piercing sting of emotions dissolving.
This is how the painter creates a masterpiece
A numbing satisfaction in every ooze every trickle
But what is it like to be blinded by your own false pretensions?
To question the value in the painter's methods
Continue to brood on that dark contemplation
Because your eyes are whirling in confusion.
Call it a work of art in hope of coping with the irreversible
Because the only thing harmed in the making of this disaster
Was yourself.
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents are either the products of the author's imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.
