Live, If I Must - Rough-nfc

My mind is stripped of crippling inhibitions It rummages, unfettered with mundane thoughts delving along beveled edges of a distorted mirror as though it sees inside my sutured heart In its scarred reflection is a sanguine painting An original piece of bloody abstract art In translucent shadows shades of red interlace, light and dark revealing with candid strokes the sad validities of stresses in life Paint drips in globules from my brush bleeding onto a canvas of fleshly white Emotions revealed with intense veracity as the aureate sun fades, lost at dusk I turn away from the glow of moonlight Emotions unmasked, I've taken a stance that allows me to paint a somatic portrait Visions discovered while I sat in a trance... ochre and crimson oils, sorrow runs black Bloodletting hues whether in a painting or in poetic lines of a caged poem, I trusted would always remain closed... but the rusted door has been flung wide open Released is this motley conveyance titled, "Live, If I Must"