a white portrait

My canvas is empty
my thoughts are a plenty
Yet it's as boring as my name

Blank as my mind seems to be
Usually my strokes flow so free
But I know it's cause I'm so ashamed

Abstract was once my friend
Yet now all my colors seem to blend
Into into to fact that I know I'm insane

They say it takes crazy to paint
But I'm here to reinstate
That true art has no boundaries

So why can't I find my inspiration
Even though it's my creation
Instead of sitting here like an idiot

No song that plays
Nor shade that lays
Seems to find it's way

Upon my faithful pick-me-up
Yet at a time no matter how curupt
I could bleed my thoughts like magic

I guess my eyes lack more than vision
for I just can't make up my  decision
on wether to try again or give up my passion

God fucking damnit I'm so lost
I'd bring back my talent at any coast
Though I know it died along with me