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Trapped, an image in display
The time motionless, escaping on delay
This heart is stained of black, this ink is running
Drying, fading, cracking these tears keep coming

Some say painful, sinful, hatred my critique
A life trapped in hell, this portrait is unique
This is fate, the names you have given
This is hate, trapped, the time is motionless

All of the pain, but there is no devotion
So many colors yet there is no hope
Give me air, paint me emotion
You left out pieces, there is no detail

Trying to escape, or is the painting torn
Trying to live, but this life is scorn
This paintings crying, itís trying to moan
Expressing colors, itís pain is known

This heart is stained, itís colors fading
Blood stained painting itís soul is aching
So much pain, surrounding glass is breaking
So much sinning, hatred the artist is faking

Let me step back into reality
Into a life where my heart is the only thing shattered
Where color is real, my bodies not fading


------
Kenneth D. Woodard


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