I was never an artist
But an artiste.
I can form pictures with the words I write.
I can show colours,
My emotions in words.
I can make a masterpiece,
With words of power.

Fury, red
That's all I feel.
Evil, black,
It's everywhere.
Words of pain,
Paintings of pain.
Can't you hear?
The pictures are forming.

Thunder, lightning,
It's what I feel inside.
Anger, remorse,
It's eating me up.
How different am I from them,
If I give up to it?
But I can't keep fighting,
I'm already getting tired.

I'm painting a picture
Of the sky, weeping.
I'm adding fire,
That consumes all that's in it's way.
I'm adding wolves,
That animal part of the world.
Trees falling,
I'm losing myself.
Animals hiding,
I'm too dangerous you know.
A black panther,
That mysterious part of things.
A bleeding unicorn,
Innocence is lost.
The earth splitting,
No control at all.

Everywhere is dark,
All are prey.