Tuesday, September 10, 2019

Paint turned Gray

Broken from the beginning
No salvation, all my sinning
Forgiving me is impossible
I've a heart turned stone
And still the earth keeps spinning
And I know there's no winning 
Life and love implausible
I know I'll be alone
What is left of me, is only pain
Knowing that your stark white paint
Has turned gray
Is a result of my being insane
Leaves me without hope
My darkness has stained you
A stain unwashed by the heaviest rains

An ugliness unfurled in the moonlight and soft shadow and suffused the whole world. If I were an amoeba, he thought, with an infinitesimal body, I could defeat ugliness. A man isn’t tiny or giant enough to defeat anything.”  Yukio Mishima