The Impressionist

Changing light, flowing colors
Delicate strokes caress the fibers
The perception of time, redefined
The brush be my sword, the canvas my flesh
Arms open to the churning web
Blurred visions in my eyes
A metamorphosis inside a painted chrysalis
Fashioned from threads of my own skin

Paint me away, shift my shape in the still life
I was myself and now I am the still life

Loathsome, monstrous, deranged visions
Brushed away glimmers of sanity
Open me up for true clarity
Whilst sketching terrors for all to see
A mural of glowing confusion and anxiety
Laughing puppets rife with folly drowning deep in me
Their death like smiles lurk behind the canvas

Paint me away, shift my shape in the still life
I was myself and now I am the still life

Incandescence, a breathing rhythm
Remembering the essence of color
This is my world, this is my canvas
I found myself and now you are the still life
Swarms of petals fall from sky
Losing their color as they die
Brush away innocence and reveal the horror
Paint away movement and air, shifting shapes
I found myself and now you are the still life