u/IdV_Elliealla9

You asked me to paint the canvas red
But you didn’t provide any paint at all
So I borrowed paint that’s red from you
But why do you look so dead?
The canvas red with the paint that’s red
Stands where you now look so pretty, so dead
Though the bloody smell can never be lost,
(With only the red paint as your cost)
I’ve done the job you’ve asked me to;
Yet my salary’s all gone, burnt by your hatred
On the canvas painted with paint that’s red -
A sacred art that can never be admired,
For it’s burnt in the depths
Of your heart which fired…
So what had I done all this work for?
Though you now look so dead,
There is indeed a thing I can get:
A thing by now useless - your paint that’s red.