Never Heal

Never Heal

Your crimson coloured paint,
never seemed to fit in.
Art is not a mountain,
But you call me a sin.

So glad it offended you,
delighted you despized it.
Don't forget to cringe and criticize,
we wouldn't want you to understand it.

Now smile to yourself,
to know this isn't real.
Now wish on every maggot,
and pray you'll never heal.

Angels and Pixies,
bring a more artistic feeling.
So put away old canvas,
for something more appealing.

Sorry for the needle stems,
and toxic butterflies.
But it'll all feel the same,
if you just close your eyes.

Your tourniquets been broken,
So sketch on your painted wings.
Memorize the verses,
until cold runs through your veins.

Burn down red plains,
sell them 50 a star.
It's only a wind chime,
to remind us where we are.

Sew back the stitches,
before you bleed and feel.
Make a wish on burning flies,
and pray you'll never heal.