the painting in the warm room

it's like a pictorial viewpoint from hell unsettling to the core just looking at it and you sense a cessation of time . The dissapearance of each emotion whether deplorable or deserving , ones heart drops but not too far down , just deep enough for them to feel it , to feel the abnormality of this reaction . the colors so beautiful yet so dark they brighten it up by portraying it's darkness . it's a mask . but I see through it . all the madness behind it . but despite this I feel the piece , no ..I feel at peace . so is it hell ? is it just in my head ? I can't face this ambivalence so i conclude it can't be hell maybe its a piece that exposes ugly thinkers such as myself . maybe tomorrow it'll be a different story I'll tell