P.X. Vexxus


I am plain, just ordinary

I am bland with no story

My paint is white on paper

No action, nothing matters


Afraid, I fear inaction

Powerless, no reaction

A prisoner in my mind without thought

Blank paper, transparent paint


Once more I try to write

Pushing forward, with all my might

I make change, and start to write

The paint is invisible, but shines bright

And the colors appear, in the night


The paper starts to form a picture

As I paint feelings on emotion

What I see, everything I do

All I’ve done is portrayed to you


My life was once blank

Without change, I couldn\'t paint

But now that colors can stain

I wake up with no pain


Looking on without expression

You never understood my depression

But the photographs capture failed emotion

And now the blank can be called an ocean