The Deterioration of Cheap Acrylic

I'd draw the devil's breath upon me if I could,

for these nights erupt with an emptiness

thick enough to suffocate as I count the seconds

like I should've counted days,

nothing lingers in every whisper,

nothing inhabits the throes of my soul,

nothing, nothing, nothing

churns in the air of midnight

as I swipe at hollow thoughts.

Oh,

dear devil, come indulge me;

for God won't have me.

Prove that miracles do come true

by painting upon a picture with the colors

of my soul:

draw scarlet from the nick of thoughts

slowly dying on my tongue,

and steal the light from my eyes

to pretty the image afront me,

for it is the depiction of a bland life

painted with mediocre acrylics,

having grown dull and bland

in such a short time.

Author's Note

Photo courtesy of brewcha of Deviant Art, look upon her profile for lovely artwork!

Reviews

[Bluefire]

It speaks of looking at your life and begging for something new, something colorful and exciting.
I bet everyone has thoughts like that, I know I do.
Well done!

[Tai Ryens]

Not everyone, I know quite a few who wouldn't change their lives for anything, aha. Thank you, Blue.

[Bluefire]

Good for them, and no problem. ^^

[Baby Ricochet]

This one's excellent Tai. It's loaded with a despair I can relate to. You are older than your years lad.

[Tai Ryens]

Always lovely to hear your input, Baby R, I thank you kindly.

[Frieda P]

Oh my this is something else Tai, calling upon the devil in your despair, feeling that fire is better than feeling the nothingness, I adore that first stanza. I couldn't imagine where you were going with the title, you tied it up nicely in brimstone & fire. Mediocre acrylics, the imagery that conjures up adapts to your words so well. I love 'scarlet from the nick of thoughts slowly dying on my tongue,' I could nearly taste the blood. Stellar read.

[Tai Ryens]

Thank you, Frieda! Glad to see you, I always enjoy your thoughts