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Inks
Certain inks used
by certain persons would be quite useless unless they are a different color
than the page which they leave their marks.
In order to leave that mark you must first be different. Imagine the monolisa painted in seven shades
of white . . . would her smile still twist the same way? Only to God perhaps.
I am my red pen to
this page. I am the red bear to my
daughter's sage. I am a red lion in the
clearly painted cage. I leave my twisted
trail of blood wherever my foot steps or my eyes see. Do not try and white me up. Do not try to fade me out. An artist is a loving mark to their dieing
breath upon the very bars that hold them.
Oh, my kingdom for another color than those - a color never before seen
in this lonely land.
Sometimes its hard
to hold onto the object of you fear. Are
you afraid that I will stain your white hands a brilliant shade of crimson that
will never wash away ? . .
If not fear - then
something like that, something like love.
Hold me and take my deamons away.
Hold me and give me strength before I sway. Love is a seven splendored thing, but
sometimes you have to give it up, even if it destroys you. For it is better to be destroyed before your
color fades than leave a line behind you that ever approaches the vile shade of
white.
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