The demons of the underworld emerge
Onto a canvas of blood
Draws the decrepit artist
Slowly his head submerges
Bathed in bloody red
I cloak the misery
Of this weary sole
Amongst artists long dead
Soaked in sorrowful blue
The sadness of the mortal soul
Longing to be recognized
Ones who no not of his many hues
Laying down the tool
Slowly view this masterpiece
Of anguish and misery
By the few of fools
