A Passion For Painting Red

A Passion For Painting Red

By: Tyler Ross

There is a cold emptiness of a feeling consuming my insides

I’m starting to visualize a bigger picture that’s cutting me down to size

Who knew there was a monster eager to be free within me?

I want those to tempt me, so I can act selfishly

My eyes are filled with heat and appear shallow

My mind is continuously visited by villainous contemplation

The things that once mattered have no true impact anymore

What am I becoming that has me feeling such an overwhelming, but joyous sensation?

Trouble is coming, but no one will be warned

I’ve spent years perfecting innocence, but now I’ve been reborn

Soon, those will see my true colors for what they truly are

I’ve walked too perfect; too perfect hiding all my scars

I love one and that one is myself

I don’t enjoy most people

Facts are facts; I don’t plan on getting help

Nothing can fix these up and coming impulses

I don’t plan for those to understand

But I will make it known

This birth of a new man

There is a jagged line in between the black and the white

I’ve found my release from these callous beings in my sight

Hunger urges for a feast long awaited in this weary wit

I’m coming to devour this pain in my head that won’t quit

Armed with the white horse

The darkened world will now have light

Taking out the garbage

Erasing all that are toxic in my life

Note: Inside the mind of a mad man perhaps...definitely not me.