Swish, swish, the brush goes
Swish and swish and swish
When there is no more ink
–No more inspiration,
the brush becomes a knife
and the paint becomes blood.

Ohhhh, you did not deserve this
A victim of a man’s unspoken public crime
He needed to paint, he wanted to paint
Inspiration had gone but he thought–

He thought he’d make a painting of you.

Substitute canvas for body
and paint brush for oils
knives and blood become stationary

and you,
you lose a throat

He’s crazy, you see
Crazy mad
He’s sad, you see
Sad and not rad
He wanted to save his carrer and his passion
at the cost of ending you and your precious, precious life

The streets of Rome soak up your blood
The rain casts its pitiful gaze
Through all the noise and broken slumbers
You lie defeated by the painter’s hunger

Goodbye.


I wanted to write something real quick and this was perfect. I didn’t expect this to turn into horror but thinking of a distressed painter also makes me think of a killer.

The picture used as a featured image inspired this. I have long forgotten who that guy is in the painting and who drew it. I hope you enjoyed this! As always, support me on Patron ^-^ https://www.patreon.com/Oshidoshi?ty=h

2 thoughts on “The Painter (Poetry)

  1. Swish, swish, the brush goes
    Swish and swish and swish
    When there is no more ink
    –No more inspiration,
    the brush becomes a knife
    and the paint becomes blood – what a great opener. Great piece🙂

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