the stars shinning bright,
always forgotten when next to the moon.
a reflection,
the reflection of the lonely sun.
i took a drop of red wine,
a sip of blood fell into my art palate.
beside my brush, a knife lay.
the world turns, spins, whirls unmovingly.
the masterpiece, a mirror,
splattered with drips of my inner maroon.
haggered shrivelled lips.
disconnected eyes.
a smile of yours.
my picture perfect.
