10 October 2012
If the world was your canvas on which to paint With blood and tar With rainbow oil glittering In the red red sky
If your scars filled that canvas full A twisted smile on a blank White canvas Would you paint it red?
Black mark on my record Paint that in too- because It's part of me too My light my dark My Two-Face shame A chance on a two-headed quarter
Scarecrows burn A stain of soot on a scrapped landscape Forgotten in the attic Or rotting In a liberated storeroom
Creativity inspires all From the hearts of the darkest To the souls of the pure All wicked down deep So paint that too
Because this town is my canvas I'll paint it covered with red I'll smear it's greatest victories Until they're as twisted As the grin on the white canvas
Canvas • Opuss № I