I looked out through the window,
At the moon, so very round,
Then I picked up my sullen canvas,
And placed it on the ground.
I broke the silence with some music,
Then took out my artist's tools,
Slowly, I sat down on the ground,
And began painting colored pools.
White
Represented the non-existent light.
Black
Because the darkness always came back.
Blue
Because my emotions remained forever true.
Green
For when the night was unnervingly serene.
However, one color still had to be painted.
The one that represents my entire life.
A hue no paint could imitate,
So I scraped the canvas with a bloody knife.
