I paint my life, in a white canvas of unexplained blankness.
With my silhouette, the only brush that paints.
Using blood and tears as my only colors.
Sorrow, as my only shadow.
Creating a lifeless face a lover will soon forget.
Leaving my body longing for a new painting.
A new empty canvas to fill.
A new soul to trace my charcoal lips on
Burning my memories on his skin with every kiss.
And calling it my master piece.