The Artist's Reflection

  Is this some illusionThat paints my heart this way?The artist paints with maliceHis brush has gone astray His heart is filled with sorrowHe knows not what he doesHow can I convince himTo paint it like it was His colors, now deceivingA dark and angry hueHis canvas, void of feelingHe knows not what to do Lost without compassionHis brush strokes, tired and wornHis inspiration, long forgottenHis heart, broken and torn Is this some illusionThat causes me this pain?He paints his own reflectionHis canvas, an empty stain