The Empty Painting

red lines stretch across the soiled canvas,

glistening in their creation.

raindrops streak down from above;

the shiny culprit glints and gleams.

the colors fade out, leaving behind pure emptiness.

the emptiness is the only aspiration.

when all is pain and misery, those lines are relief; dull and numb.

when the screams of terror are hidden within, those tears are all there is.

when the world is nothing but self-loathing and self-destruction

that gleaming blade becomes your only friend.

The End

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