The Artist

[FatalBanana]

Paint me something perfect
Paint me something I'm not
Paint me in all your flawless sceaneries
Just so I can paint myself out

Color my life
With the chaos of trouble
Make it mix with the black and whites
Make the right and wrongs seem nonexistent
Cause I'm starting to feel
A little nostalgic

Write me out onto this paper
Drawl my eyes a little hazy
Write me out to be your enemy
So I can always keep you close to me
Rest your trigger on my finger
Bang my head upon the fault line
Spill the colors that mix to crimson
And pull yourself out of this open wound

Pray that father won't strike us down
Pray the lightning won't escape the clouds
Hope he won't leave us white faced
And scared shitless
Pray we dont separate

We are but little blasphemers
Little hopeful little dreamers
A little soon for them to tell
Are we a Mach made in heaven
Or did we set the fires in hell

When my conscience runs it's course
Will you be there to make it hurt
Hey there Michael Angelo
Don't make this feeling worse
This might just feed the mother of all our needs

Find it within yourself
This unique design
Don't take it away
Just make sure
I'm not there
And take care not to let me enter
Cause if I do
We both may disappear

[Sweet Pea]

i like this one... especially "we are but little blashemers little hopeful little dreamers a little soon for them to tell are we a mach made in heaven or did we set the fires in hell" that bit moved me it struck a chord that was a true part of me... this poem is beautifull so fluent in the way u placed the words and strung them together to create something great