Masterpiece

I see the disappointment smeared across your face as you strike a piece of black coal across the surface of that lonely canvas . The love you once felt. Fracturing into tiny sharp shards. Its past, raining down onto the earth below. A small piece penetrates, deep into your irritated hand. Sharply without a flinch. you raise up, your now Claret dripping finger. To your icy lips. A gentle pinch from your teeth, removing the splintered shard. The essence of your life. Now smearing down this tainted masterpiece. My expression, a look of concern. Slowly without emotion. Raising your eyes only, for but a second. To take in another pixel Of this torturous soul in front of you. Suddenly a racing thought, flash’s through your mind. you realise, It’s your own inner image you are painting. A slowly dying skeleton of a man Still trying to escape his tortured fate.