Blot Me Out

Blot Me Out

 

Take me on your canvas and

Paint me in red.

Leave nothing open but my eyes…

I want to see my mutilation

 

Your face is turned up in a sneer, and

Your eyes train down on me
Just the opposite of how they normally look up at me.

When did that beautiful gleam turn against me?

 

Your canvas is stretched as I am,

You water down your paints like you water me down.

Just blot me out…
You know you want to.