Porcelian figures dancing
The shadows dip across canvas walls,
Red sunset casts ugly streaks across the canvas
Torn from razor brush strokes,
The colors will bleed from your fingertips.
The soft cascading waves across your eyes
No one else can see.
This tell-tale canvas stretches out across your bed
Where the sheets are thrown aside.
Leaves fallen down outside the window
Shadow your own future.
Back to the ground...
Fall, darkness time again.