Write by me;
Stencil
Skin of lead, paint a colorless void
Ink is in my blood
Contamination flows through my hands
Only I draw what holds me down
The paper with which I create
Draw my pain to life, and watch it erase what is
The binds an artist draws to life
Are denser than the lead in their palm

Show them what you've drawn
Heart of charcoal, voice of prison
A thousand pains in the picture
Hurt not meant to be known
Stay hidden in the fibers
On display, your museum
Resting place, my mausoleum
Read the stories for me
As I tell the canvas how I feel

The secrets to my inspiration
Behind my own bars
Where I was not meant to guard
A prisoner outside the cell
But a traveler of the voids
I seek color
I seek spirit with utensil
The burden is not my canvas
But what I can't explain with pencil
The art is in what I will never say