[ WP ] “ I swear to god that painting is looking at me. ” … “ Don ’ t be silly. ” … ” SEE ! There ! It moved. ” … “ No , no it didn ’ t . ”

I drew my self on page 
 
 while dazed and blazed 
 
 all day painted away 
 
 attempt to make the pain go away. 
 
 A stow away looks back at me 
 
 see! 
 
 I saw it move eyes 
 
 As though I 
 
 Had gave it life 
 
 The night 
 
 I painted it 
 
 It moves again 
 
 it me its everywhere 
 
 It might be there 
 
 it might be here 
 
 Its drawing near 
 
 I fear the end is nigh 
 
 why? 
 
 Of course 
 
 Why did i say i was Dorian grey 
 
 that day please stay away from me 
 
 Because you cant be free 
 
 You must see that i need to be me 
 
 Fleeing the scene 
 
 Untill i live happily ever after noon 

