Spilt

Empty me onto this canvas and a carnival of feelings you will see.
Roller coaster rides of deep highs and shallow lows.
Merry-go-rounds, the house of Fear, and a Prison of mirrors.
A Ferris wheel that brings me to the heavens to see the big picture.

Beneath the glitz, lights and glamour of this night is an inevitable end.

I started happy as a child and now left with nothing.
My brush is still and the paint, empty.

Don’t know how to feel, I don’t know what emotion will be spilt next.

~ by triggahappy on April 3, 2009.