Along the Frame

Bring me life's most glorious days
 My eyes will paint the blessing
 The moment captured, this wondrous art
 I stare only to seek the heart
 Into the garden this portrait goes
 To breathe in the air forever
 I see you sleep within the oils
 While I sneak along the frame
 You all can live under the soil
 While I try to reignite the flame
 Bring me life's most horrid pain
 I'll spread the filth upon the canvas
 But if this painting turns into a mirror
 I'll recognize myself
 Every time I force my soul
 Into the landscapes in front of my eyes
 The cloud of indifference
 Creates a pale disguise
 It no longer matters if I grasp the essence
 Of pure love or pure hate
 I'll stare at the picture for so long
 My eyes will bleed out
 But in the end, I'll always see the same fuking thing
 Nothing
 Nothing
 Nothing