When day fades away
When nature paints the sky
In its soft pinks and oranges
When inspiration takes the night
When I take my carving knife
When I make my pretty red picture
When it reminds me I'm still alive
When my picture starts to run
When I am done
When the sun starts to rise
I must hide my masterpiece
For my art is for me and me alone
My art is to let my feelings out
Not a piece to grab attention
When the time comes
When I am finally done
When there's no more space for my art
When I finally look as pretty as a porcelain doll
When I can finally stay still
That's when the world will see my art
That's when they will see my life's work
YOU ARE READING
My Dark, Creepy Poems.
RandomIDK what you'll read. Depending on my mood depends how dark and twisted it gets it can also be a bit sad. Like I said depends on my mood. They will be poems I came up with at the moment. Not going to be well thought out, but I hope u read and enjoy...
