Palimpsest

I made a painting of a happy little house On a happy little hill Under a clear azure sky And the sun was cheerful and bright Then I covered it with black Then I splashed it with gray Then I let crimson drip onto it Then I took a knife and stabbed it over and over Then I tore it apart Then I burned it Then I spat on the ashes Then I howled in rage Then I curled up into a ball and cried