Canvas

P.X. Vexxus



Moonlight paints her face within the darkness

Shadows grasp her with a forgotten beauty

A silence nobody can hear without listening

Etched on a distorted canvas of blurred emotions


She haunts with echoes of her tortured misery

Suffering alone in the recesses of her agony

Nobody will save her, a nightmare within reality

An imagination of the horrors reoccurring for infinity


She exists only within the darkness of your soul

She is who you are, someone with no control

Emotions painted black in a world shrouded

The mist blanketing your mind until you drown


Velvet black hair that flows like invisible ink

Only your own reflection within her eyes you can see

The shining crystals drip like mirrors of emotion

Each drop containing her true undying devotion


And when you awake, you'll find yourself trembling

You'll see her face, but won't remember entirely

Within this endless waking nightmare you'll feel a forgotten fear

One day you'll turn around, and find she is no longer here

  • Author: P.X. Vexxus (Offline Offline)
  • Published: July 28th, 2017 03:16
  • Comment from author about the poem: Canvas [October 21, 2016]
  • Category: Unclassified
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Comments1

  • Louis Gibbs

    After several readings, the only interpretation I could muster is; The death of your feminine side? (You are a guy I think, from the scant picture). That would be a scary loss, indeed. Thanks for making me think, P.X.

    • P.X. Vexxus

      "She" doesn't represent a person at all. This poem uses a lot of personification, if that helps. 🙂

      • Louis Gibbs

        Thank you.



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