The colours have started to run
Mixing and swirling together
My brush crosses the line
Quickly retreats
This colour doesn’t belong there
There’s no way to draw it back
It’s too late now,
They are mixing on their own.

The colours are running
Mixing and swirling together
Endless supplies of paint
Dripping
Complete chaos ensues
My blank canvas destroyed
I drop my brush,
It has no use here anymore.

The colours have run
Mixed and swirled together
New colours created
Lines forgotten
Lines that held them apart
Forgotten by the new hue
I step back,
What have I done.

I am crying
Nothing is in its right place

It’s a mess

I’m a mess

My red blood runs
Dripping
Onto light floor
Blackness