The Darkness Within

A New Piece of Art

My art skills paid off.
The thing I loved to do.

I would create art
On something so horrendous,
And make it beautiful.

My color would be red,
and my brush would be thin.

My canvas,
A unique shade,

To show off the beautiful strokes
Of my new brush.

Something I loved doing
And could do all the time.

I had my vision,
I had my materials,
I had an idea.

All that was left to do,
Was to execute it.

I had painted someone before,
But now it was my turn.