Blood drop

My blood is like paint on a canvas.

It is beautiful.

It shows a lovely image.
It shows pain.
It shows fear.
It shows nothing.

My blood is smear across a canvas,
Artistically showing terror.

The blood coldly shows a fact,
It does not lie.

The brutal honesty of the paint on the wall,
Does not escape me.
The heartless beauty of it,
Makes me smile.
I have let you down.