White Canvas

[TheDeceased]

Lazy artists bludgeon society
With an eye for beauty but no desire
Building cities of doubt and procrastinating endlessly
Deliberate mistakes fulfillling the prophecy
Brush-stroke sabotage from the brain
Until fingers are frail and limp
And then nothing
"You're a failure,"
Familiar words echo
A haunting dejavu
Then visions of the future
Of embarrasment and shame
Til nothing is left of you but hopelessness and pain
How much weight did those words have?
However many years ago
And why does the paint stay dry
When the tears continue to flow?
Emotional suicide
That rabid dog that lies in your head
Pissing on your talents
And desecrating the sanctity of your creative mind
White canvas,
better safe than sorry

 

[New]

I've felt like that many times.

 

[lostNfound]

wow, i like this.
i felt the pace build in this as i read it.