Flesh Colored Canvas - Dead Confederate

My vision’s still blurred by the tricks that you turned

I danced and fell back

I laid open-eyed, drinking heart wine

Soaking in all that I lacked

A lover accused of standing abuse then

Turning and running the track

A pawn in the game that muses had made

Somehow I always attract

Tainted and twisted, my drinks double-fisted

Aiming the path at a crash

Killing the time painting teeth with red wine

Spitting color to your back

A Pollock-like painting that don’t keep you waiting

The feeling bleeds out of a gash

Your cutting won’t peel, the washing won’t heal

The meaning however abstract

This is how I changed my mind

A quick stroke of black on a flesh-colored canvas

Emoting the sympathy left

Seven strokes red aiming ends at your head

Each for a sacrifice met

Dark blue blurs on the ends of your curves

The sadness you caused and I kept

I tie it all in with a solid gold pen

A frame to make sure that it’s felt

The medium bleeds but at least you can see

A mirror can reach to your back

It reminds you of me and what I stand to be

With obvious subtle attach

Lay on your side so it lasts a lifetime

Learn from this simple abstract

The painter has gone and you stand alone

Gone with the tip of my hat

This is how I changed my mind