Dried paint dripped past the canvas
In a velvet scarlet red it dropped
On the floor, in front of my feet
The exposition, as astonishing, pierced my perception
Whenever the cave opened, it was visible
Moving carricatures of obscene defeat
In front of me stood the hideous exemplar of fear
Most importantly, I saw the reflection speak in the mirror
Dec 31, 2017
Dec 31, 2017 at 10:55 AM UTC
Dried paint dripped past the canvas
In a velvet scarlet red it dropped
On the floor, in front of my feet
The exposition, as astonishing, pierced my perception
Whenever the cave opened, it was visible
Moving carricatures of obscene defeat
In front of me stood the hideous exemplar of fear
Most importantly, I saw the reflection speak in the mirror
