All Those Pictures You Drew

All those pictures you drew with bright pastels on black paper Peacock tails and phallic flowers upward rising Into swirling mists of yellow and orange Licked below by fire You hid the ugliness beneath vivid strokes of purple and blue You scored the paper with knives of red blood bleeding paint Across the pretty shapes When he walked out of the room And nobody was watching You plunged the crayon hard through the page, breaking it You cried hot tears rushing down your cheeks burning your face Scorching onto the paper Melting in with red and yellow and blue Faster your hand raced across the sweet images Desecrating them and showing the real you We know you know!! We know it was you, all this time You hid beneath masks, your peacock eyes your Chinese masks And hats and wild walls of crimson It was you It was you It was you!! You didn’t build those crazy walls to keep them out You built them to save them from you and your anger Your jealousy your rage your black heart You are the black beast You are the black cat creeping round the bed You are the blurred shadows in the darkness scaring yourself in the night You are the fast heart beat You are the antagonist The martyr The manipulator The liar The thief The cheat It was you, all along It was you. I turned the light off that night, for the first time I lay in bed and looked out of the window, I saw a thousand stars I breathed in deeply while soft ballads played on the stereo I imagined the sea washing cool over my feet, I breathed in The sea spray, the seaweed, the drift wood I slept, after so long, so many sleepless nights hiding from the moon I slept I slept My dreams were kind to me It was the first night It was the best night