Painting

 Today I painted a picture
A portrait in water colour
Despite the weakness of the paint
The colours felt strong and vivid
Mixed with deep greys and black
A chiselled jaw line, staring eyes
Glassy, looking almost tear filled
They were Crockadilic tear filled
He was bereft of any sadness
Instead he was full of anger and rage
Murderous intent and a deep desire
To cause much pain through torture
And bouts of extreme violence
Deep brush strokes created a grimace
I could hear his teeth grinding
And behind the eyes, oh behind the eyes
Such pain and grief, such internal screaming
A blatant desire for ultimate revenge
To dish out ten times of what had been received
To take such pleasure from that thought
I almost want to give him a smile
But he clearly has nothing to smile about
Life has dealt him nothing but blows
Nothing but negative unforeseen punches,
Kicks, slaps, scrawled into his face by brush
His eyes follow me about the room
So much so I was scared to turn my back
This time the canvas speaks volumes
This time the canvas doesn’t lie
This portrait of a would be assassin
This portrait of a would be taker of souls
This picture of a very dark man
This picture of evil incarnate
Is a self portrait