He splashes light in night sky,
  wants love that makes her cry
  remembering yesterday's goodbye,
  begs her to explain. She just sighs.
  She was a ***** he loved, paste white.
  He splashes light into the midnight
  making stars that swirl like madness.
  He splatters a yellow sun in our world
  with crows in skies warning us of doom.
  He cuts his ear off in a white room.
  He wraps it in paper and gives it to her.
  He's taken away to a place to get better.
  In a French field he paints and asks why
  shoots and ends his life and the crows fly.