Tonight, I'll Write...

Tonight, I'll write

I'll write but I wonder,

What colour am I going to bleed, 

On this hapless sheet,

That lies in front of me.

What colour could possibly be, 

Of despair, of misery?

Tonight, I'll write,

Words that I might never read,

Words that might give you peace,

Words that are empty words to me,

Piercing through these words, the pain beneath,

Will your eyes be able to see?

Tonight, I'll paint...

I'll paint but I wonder,

What must I do, to paint a mirage

With these emotions,

The vibrant shades of lies and truth;

What colours must I fill my palette with,

To paint the black canvas of my life? 

Tonight, I'll paint,

With colours of love and loss

The colours of anguish and joy

The colours of light and depth.

When staring at these myriad hues,

The tints of hope, will your eyes be able to descry? 

Tonight,

I want to just sit with me,

My silence, my consuming agony,

Screaming loud, no one to hear my plea,

Like all the doors closed in harmony. 

I'll watch the night creeping in,

The darkness conquering the gleam,

Dies a little, the soul within,

Yet, holding on to the crippled dream.

Happiness a facade, smile's a fake,

A past rooted in the pain,

Staring at the promise of daybreak,

Like a phoenix, I shall rise again!