I painted a picture,
painted in all colours of the world.
Ultimately it turned out,
A messy sticky painting,
meaninglessly garnished,
tastelessly treated.
Then.
I found her looking at it,
closely with awe.
Her face turned into a pallet.
dripping down pastels.
My images vanished like a dream.
The canvas turned blank.
My face turned pale.
I became a slave.
My hands tied to easel,
unable to put my brush strokes.
I was crucified.
with paleness of life.
My colours litter around.
My head dangle sideways.
I wait for a kiss of life.
For my resurrection!