Im painting my sorrow with these dark colors I immortalize my painful ife into this work of art Night after night At the attic in dim candlelight I return to my work These dark lines and visions that hurt And from the canvas I can look into my soul The paint reflects my inner fears and my pain Weak soul in my weaker flesh Alone and so addicted Lost of love made me insane All I have is skill to paint Im painting my sorrow with these dark colors I immortalize my painful life into this work of art Pain after pain Painted in valued works of art The hate i have for this gift Why can I paint the shape of suffering? My respected art I create from my pain Dark visions from my hollow soul Weak soul in my weaker flesh Alone and so addicted Lost of love made me insane All I have is skill to paint Lost of love made me insane...
paint, art, work, immortalize, weaker