Paint the Wall Red

Prescription pills, please lie down,
and tell me how you feel.
Speak deeply now, about your pain,
that I will surely heal.

A lonely kid, a broken home,
abuse that you can feel.
A tortured life, a cancer strife,
life's game gave a bottom-deck deal.

A jaded past, and growing fast,
this numbness I can feel.
Take heed these words, which I shall say,
and choose now to reveal.

An artist's brush lies in my hands;
of polished wood and hollowed steel.
The canvas stands, behind my head,
with just one stroke and I'll be dead.

The wall will soon be red.
The wall will soon be red.

Randall Paul Prazuch
Copyright 1999

Originally posted 2010-12-24 12:46:16. Republished by Blog Post Promoter