Now, I know the ending might seem a bit simplistic, but if you understand where I'm coming from, you'll see the underlying meaning of it all. Paint it BlackPaint it black so I can't see,
the hurt and pain inside of me.
Wash away the endless tears,
strike me dead, so I'll have no
fears. Shout it from the
mountain tops: The pain is here!
It'll never stop. Cover the
ocean with black residue, suck
my body dry, heal all my
wounds. Paint everything black,
so it'll be, just like everything
inside of me. No light shall ever
touch this skin, heart full of
sorrow, filled to the brim. Eyes
are black, can't see in my soul.
The spirit weakens, I'll never feel
whole. Closing my eyes, all I see
is dark. Black paint, has left
it's mark.
By the pricking of my thumbs, something wicked this way comes. ~Macbeth The Home of Sage:http://hometown.aol.com/darksouldarklyfe/index.html