As I look upon the arterial red splatters on the walls of
white, it reminds me of those tacky horror films, I begin
to realise that there is some beauty to be found within the actions &
consequences of pain. The seemingly random pattern on the droplets mimicking
flicked brush strokes of a great artist’s work. The strikingly bold crimson red
contrasting vividly with the cool crisp white. It brings a smile to my face,
only a madman would dare to enjoy the sight of this own blood. I guess that’s
what I've become now. A madman who can only find happiness in pain. If this
were art and not just mere coincidence I’m sure it would have fetched a pretty
penny, but alas it is not. No this marks are yet another stain on the wall of
my life. Much like a metaphor for my life the pretty red splatters and their
beauty is all that most people see, as they view situations from afar. Little
do they know that if they had came for a closer inspection, they would find
that this pretty crimson art is encrusted with Bacteria and Virus,
hidden beneath the masquerading & alluring redness. Many things may seem as
though there are okay on the outside, in fact there hidden under this facade is
much hurt, pain and torment.
Now to clean this all away so that some may never know the
beauty or the pain. To bury all knowledge and pretend that everything’s okay.
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