Your life, his life, her life
A picture perfect scene
Until the ink spills
And chaos ensues
The black lake grows quickly
Consuming any color in its path
And the once perfect portrait
Is slowly becoming no more
You can try to hide the imperfections
By wiping everything away
But your attempts are futile
And all you do is stain your designer clothes
Inch by inch it creeps through every fiber
Seeping through to your soul
You just have to run away- FAST
Don't look back
Before you, too, become part of the collection
The black pages hanging on the Devil's wall
Find a new surface to draw on
And start over..
Author notes
Just a rough "sketch" for now.
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