We're two sides of the same coin. You're the sun that draws people in, who may temporarily be clouded, but who always manages to shine. When the skies get cloudy and you are hidden from view, you're gone for a bit but you're still there, shining, burning, living on. I'm the moon. I'm not always whole, not always here. Sometimes you only see a small sliver of me, sometimes you don't even see me at all. But you'll never see my dark side, for what I hide won't be revealed. Many faces I hold, sometimes you see my red, my blue, my yellow but most of all my silver. Because I shine too. Not as bright as you, but I too am here, shining on through the dark while you burn in the beautiful canvas.

You chose the bottle over your family
You made promises you couldn't keep
Drank into oblivion
To numb your pain you let us drown in your drunken sorrow

I chose the blade over you
Chose to cut all ties to not feel pain
I bled all the toxins out
To live without love I gave you all my freezing indifference

This rage echos through your inner prison
The fire seeps through the cracks
And the walls turn crimson black

To escape life
Allow the vibrations to make your ears bleed
Let the beats drown reality away
The waves and lyrics will drift away, away, far away
From the pain

You may paint your heart away
Depict your sorrow on a canvas
But is that enough?
Will the shadows capture your tears?
Does the brush relieve you of the insults

Cold apathy
When you no longer care
The burden's become too much
So you let it fall
And walk away from the crashing chaos

You can sing away the days
Your voice won't be heard
Your words will go unnoticed
The melody of the broken thrown to the winds

The chains cold as blades
They wrap around the shards
To hold together what little isn't tainted

You can pray for an end,
But when you alone can't continue fighting
What is left?
Empty canvases
Silent days
Meaningless music

A life not worth living
That's what's left

I strike the canvas with bitter paint
Sink the graphite blade through the innocent White
My charcoal hides the stains
This oil will covers the cuts

Is my painting good enough for you?
Tell me now, while the flames lick my soul
Is my gift still what shames you?
Is that what liberates me still a weakness in your eyes?

I may be able to create untold horrors on empty sheets,
I may be able to draw a journey to the soul,
I may be able to give way to a masterpiece,
But to you, all these colors are what make me less than a man

So I'll splatter the ink
Slice the void
Paint my hell
Because this is Art,
This is Life
Because this is Liberation