Draws on my windowpane,
Fetching the trail of sense,
Pungent, drops of blood and realism blur,
The impression of surrealism smudged,
Like an abstract canvas, buried underground,
Painted by an artist versed in hyperventilation and contemporary tales,
Sold in the drenching rain,
The scent of insanity,
Heavy and densely packed,
Shut the window, lock the doors,
Don’t let it seep through the cracks…
Three words: Insanity, Abstract Canvas, Hyperventilation.
Would love to see what my WordPress friends can come up with, using these three words.