A Room, A Canvas - The Depreciation Guild

On morning one when sunlight spoke

In an unfamiliar place i woke

My arms and limbs, all lines so faint

Crudely sketched in paint

Red, blood red, wall overhead

A work of art, the lover’s bed

His pictures hung;

the splattered marks

Then the curator, she starts…

«oh him?

he was sweet

Now he’s layers underneath

Our ink is forever.»

She lied through her teeth

Painted over

Love it grew from a simple crush

The colors saturate the brush

Blue for honor, gold for truth

The artist’s final touch

Time, gray time, it warped the shapes

The canvas frayed and the work replaced

Painted over, now all i see is

An envious shade of green

And now she hears me

Layers underneath

From cracks in the paint;

A voice while she sleeps

Painted over