Painting

I painted a picture today, a perfect one, of you and me. It's so absolutely perfect, I just can't wait for you to see.

We held hands like we did a long time ago, and you were kissing me in the park. I know just how you'll love it, now that my bruises aren't so dark.

I hang it here on the wall, for all who come to see. But it's not what I had painted, as that girl looks not like me.

Same hair and same bow, she looks just like me but something is off, she looks just the same but something is wrong.

What is so different, that could so change my pace? I believe I know but I don't wanna say, it's the smile painted on the pretty girls face.

I had painted that smile with love in my heart, I had bared my soul to this installment of art.

But now as I think, I know what is wrong, everything is, I'm no longer that strong.

This girl on the canvas is nothing like me, I'm bruised and I'm broken, locked in with no key.

Compared to her shine, all I see is dark. I was her once, until you left your mark.

Until you came and tore every last breath, every last smile, every last laugh.

So I see now, I hid the rest of my soul. It's inside this painting, now my hearts black as coal.

My heart stopped beating so long ago, when I gave it to you how could I know?

How could I have seen, what you'd become? A man once so bright, now gone brain dead and numb.

The longer this painting stares back at me, the more I am wishing to again be free.

It mocks me with laughter, it absorbs my tears. Well never again will it play on my fears.

I'll laugh at it too, as it burns to a crisp, but only your half is the one I won't miss.

If I can set flame your picture, why not you too? Screaming and burning would be a great look for you.

I was always the puppet you played with on strings, but when you arrive today, we'll see what stings.

We'll see how you like your soul turned to dust, because I destroyed mine too, in that painting of us.

And maybe you'll die with me alongside, but I was already dead and you won't last the night.