Mere Image

Oh, this young canvas
Paint me a picture of my surroundings
With brush strokes of hatred
Shades of lust
Pain me a portrait you'll want to forget

Shape me with aggressive lines
A piece that's subjective
But not of my own views
My only perspective comes from all of you

If I have to give my life to something
I might as well give it all to nothing
How ironic when art is supposed to speak

Mold me with your repulsive qualities
Shape me in the ways of man

Cast me in informal balance
For I'll have no balance at all
A serrated rib to my soul
To score my heart with the world

Oh, this young canvas
Paint me a picture of my surroundings
With brush strokes of hatred
Shades of lust
Paint me a portrait you'll want to forget



Credits
Writer(s): Ethan Prudhomme
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