We were like a precious picture
Painted with the brushes of perfection,
Dipped in acid and hot oil,
Sprayed with a gallon bottle of lies
In the form of peroxide,

Your art of dodging the truth
Caused colours to run.
Realism become a 2d nightmare mainly
Because you enjoyed the fight more than the
Few quiet moments we’d spend together.

The threads that held our canvas together
Was being quickly ripped apart by the
Vortex of smudges between us.

Friendly lovers laying on silk now seemed like
Rivals blurred to their inevitable doom on plywood.

Written by EmpireKing