Picture

Blue circles,
gleam in the light.
And reflect,
the tears in my eyes.

Another in,
hope is expanded.
Screaming in my head,
my mental state demands it.

Next are white,
and oval.
My point of view,
ever hopeful.

World spinning,
in my arms.
Crashing now,
and falling apart.

I hit the ground,
red paint splatters.
Staring at the liquid,
nothing else matters.

Finally,
put me in a trance.
Spining, blurry,
on a suicide romance.

In love with the idea,
I could live with out,
all this pain.
To live with out is not to live.

Look from above,
my pittiful soul.
Take a look at the picture,
it never gets old.

Dots of colour,
gleam in the light.
Images of death and decay,
are all thats in sight.

What a beautiful picture,
its what we see.
Take a look,
for that is me.