THE BLACK CANVAS.
I express my true colors from a paint pallet to a blank canvas
Trying to shed some light on my situation but what I display blackens
It’s too graphic to portray it backwards for a trace of madness
No chain reaction, just an empty image
No imagination I suppose the artist is mentally sickened
“Being trapped inside of your head is prison”
I suppose he smokes loud so he can escape, call that cell division
A picture is worth a thousand words but no not this one, this one has a question with it; is the artist dead or livin’?
His technical vision shows plenty of pencil rhythm
The black and dull vibe it gives off does have a message in it
The artist shows that the reflection is him