Painters pain

two halves of life both gone wrong

hiding one side, in the dark so long

left alone life dripping away

so pale underneath, don't know what to say

like paint splattered on a canvas so pale

left alone face is alive with out fail

garnished with only a bit of lace

she looks dark with fallen grace

face smeared across the page

no sign of error, falter, or age

calling out from inside splattered ink

no way to the outside world, left with no link

reaching out body covered up

ink splattered around from a cup

never done never to finish

only to be on the page to diminish

beautiful piece of a fallen star

kept in the dark, the painter a far

color splotched here and there

put away with out a care

life running down the page

now the color shows the true age

at the start beauty was a sin

flawless like a masquerading mannequin

now she is left all alone

everyone sees an old flawed crone

painters beauty painters sin

now we see where the next will begin