ART AND AGONY

I wanted to paint on your bareback, to paint with blood, to paint with tears. It will be murder in the eyes of the seers. I will paint with brushes and paint with knieves. I will paint you with thunders and lonely nights. I will paint you.... then paint you.... Remind myself that your corpse a'ent you.... Then I gasp in horror. but the deed would be done. Evil would have risen.... and gods would have run. Then I pick the knife again in remorse.... I cut out my eyes, I write with death and bleeding eyes. Then I will paint myself.... Paint my eyes with your blood. Paint my eyes with the blood of our child. the guilt would be excruciating the pain would be mild. then I shall bleed out beside you, And we would be complete. Our art would be complete.....