The Masterpiece Poem by Lance Carthen

Roses are red...
Such an innocent beginning to the dark masterpiece.
Violets are blue...
Blue as the waves that engulf the body of the one I loved.
Yet you probably ask yourself...
Where's he going with this.
Eboni's cast in my eyes.

Logic for reality blurred.
So better to live in an imaginery land.
Where I pick who lives...
And I pick...who dies.
What about the red roses, the dark masterpiece.
Does this invigorate your mind?
The blue wave's splashing.
A wet blanket for the one I love.
I am not insane...
For its you who is insane.
Why let your eye's be blind to the colors.
Black and white blurs to grey.
Let the beautiful follow...
Lonely and in need of companionship.
The one I loved.
Company I will send to her.
The true masterpiece is hidden.
Beneath the quite, cold, sad waves.
Never will its end be realized.
As long as the art of darkness lives within.
To those who will act upon it.
Embrace it in its ravishing splendor.
Let not your eyelids peel back in shame.
Your blood will run slower and you memories will warm you.
Ebrace the silent whispers.
Let the detail build...in the masterpiece.