Each brush stroke, splashing light
Bright color, so ostentatious
Within the darkness of its artist
The passionate application of anger
Violet flames lick the edges of the canvas
Its RAGE evolving
From thick, oily paint

A pit of self-hatred so deep
That the painting itself
B
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Its swirling mass of hidden emotion
Becomes realised
As the colour fills the void
Slowly
Entangled in the medium
While the fires burn

So rare to find such talent
An artist
Bound by a pain
That creates such beauty






Penned by my hand on the 6th of Miraman, in the year 382 AF.