pretty brown canvas
on a pretty brown canvas is where i paint
slashes of pink no feeling of restraint.
beads of red pop up to surface
making every thing wrong seem to have no purpose.
i do it to feel better to let go to be free
but ive become addicted to painting on my canvas it wont let go of me.
i hide my souvenirs carefully so no one will know
behind sleeves of black and white so no one will see it flow.
i say i wont do it again but once im feeling down
i hear the sweet call of my canvas begging to drown.
deep in red, deep in pain i struggle not to do it again
but i grab the bush and bring it down my inner thoughts screaming....AMEN!
slashes of pink no feeling of restraint.
beads of red pop up to surface
making every thing wrong seem to have no purpose.
i do it to feel better to let go to be free
but ive become addicted to painting on my canvas it wont let go of me.
i hide my souvenirs carefully so no one will know
behind sleeves of black and white so no one will see it flow.
i say i wont do it again but once im feeling down
i hear the sweet call of my canvas begging to drown.
deep in red, deep in pain i struggle not to do it again
but i grab the bush and bring it down my inner thoughts screaming....AMEN!