The Canvas of Redemption's Breath

Spin it; walking into burdens den amid the silence to seek this canvas of sin.... A tabletop of passions colours to splash upon its ever darkened moment While as ripping the curtains down that loves light may reveal, heavens truth ~ Beyound these abstract veils concealing lifes illusive image; shadows I have sought To slay aneath this bristled blade within breathless times, crimson frames!? Bleeding minglings disguise in blood drawn lies, upon humanity and all that is beautiful.... Vibrant and lively is this tauntings reflection amid the blackened hues of its Twisted muse; rising from the sea of pain to expose its day and paint its place The fangs of irony ever deepening within its amissful veins; dripping, in red rose fates?! Walking into burdens den beyound the silence to seek, redemption for the dead.... ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ ....Splashing this wall in passions colours; loves, breath of light *