I cannot be naked
I cannot be stripped
I cannot be cured
I will not allow myself to be cured
for if im cured i will not pint
and i cannot not paint
i need to feel,
i need to show
i need to tell
storied
histories
like an encyclopedia of life
u hold my hand and let the time stand still
i break it off and let it bleed
the sun behind the bars
the moon in neon light
the bloody dripping pool
of scarlet pain
the brush strokes on the painting
the ups and downs
let me hurt
let me rage
let me be me
i am no one without my past
im still lost somehwere there cuz i havent found a way to show it
to tell the tale
dynamic movement
red black
denial betrayal pain
its all there