Noir

I cannot see myself behind the thick clouds. Pitch black smoke.

Charcoal, was my favourite after all

Draw until I cannot breath

And give myself to paintings.

Maybe I am like Dorian Grey

Decaying while the human out there lives.

Or maybe I am the human

Even though it doesn't feel like I live much.

Black and grey colours guide my spirit

Visions full of colours in a dark background.

I always said that black is all the colours and not white.

After all if I mix the colours all together what I see is just a dark grey medium.

But maybe you cannot see the colours without light as well.

Turn the lights on now to see the horrors.

Black as the void

The painting of my nightmare.