The Painter Part 2

Cascade of torture,

Why are you a spiraling current

Of silky crimson nightmare?

Pain used to mend

The fractures in my bones

And seal the cracks in my skin

With tears of torment

Why must you now seek only to destroy,

My dark artist, rebel of the stream,

Raging waterfall of a dream?

When the starshine crystallizes in your blood

I now see shadow burning the surface

And the twilight deep within the sea

Is this a trick of the light,

Or has the moon forsaken the waves?