Pick up your brush, your canvas awaits,
Paint me red, for the blood you shed.
My tears as they trickle, will wash the red
So paint my lips with a shade of pink.
Black for the storm that brews in my eyes
Wild black clouds that settle on my head.
Colour my soul in the tints of pain
Bruised and aching, from your eyes hidden.
Bare limbs with shreds of clothes you tore
Just brown I am where ever you explore.
Under the water where you hold me to drown,
White is the colour to hide your sin.
Brush strokes in anger, my heart beats in vain,
My end is not here, try hard as you may.
When free from your grip, I will fly,
Up into the blue skies, paint me as you will.
