Purge

Fragmented, shattered
Opaque colours drift by my eyes
Slowly, quickly.
Intertwined with atmospheric gasses.
Swirls of curious blotches
On my otherwise perfect canvas
Blotting out memories
Dilluding past occurances

Lift your eyes to the sky
and inhale my impurities
Exhale by-product razors
Adknowledge the world
and all of it's deformities
The epitome of your existance.

The canvas shifts scenes
As your soul and eyes are purged
into my mind.
And my canvas is streaked
In a mortal crimson.