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Shades of the Painters
Painters, what a tapestry –
You’ve painted without colors
Lines that bind the faded space
Maliciously dipped brushes
All the wrong darks in the world today
Give us a reason behind the keys
Weathered gray massacres
Strange to see those twisted locks
That wields the painter’s wrist
Unto crippled picture frames
Bright to black as we sing in the ink
Convinced ourselves its picture perfect
Wash it with screams
Dye it with pains
And instill self deception with a fog-like haze
The days were shaded with night
We’ve erased the sketch
The picture was drawn with brilliant mutilation
Painters, what a masterpiece –
You’ve murdered all the colors
You’ve painted without colors
Lines that bind the faded space
Maliciously dipped brushes
All the wrong darks in the world today
Give us a reason behind the keys
Weathered gray massacres
Strange to see those twisted locks
That wields the painter’s wrist
Unto crippled picture frames
Bright to black as we sing in the ink
Convinced ourselves its picture perfect
Wash it with screams
Dye it with pains
And instill self deception with a fog-like haze
The days were shaded with night
We’ve erased the sketch
The picture was drawn with brilliant mutilation
Painters, what a masterpiece –
You’ve murdered all the colors
Published 12th Jun 2012
| Edited 15th Jun 2012
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13th Jun 2012 2:38am
LOL. If i understand this right, then your words are very truly spoken. Is this a description of modern art?
Actually, this kind of is modern art . In a good way(:
I love the metaphors you've chosen to use
I love the metaphors you've chosen to use
13th Jun 2012 6:01am
Thank you both. It was actually going off how we have painted ourselves. How we think we have created a masterpiece, but in reality we walk around in a world shrowded and lost.
