A haunted painting lies before me
Shadowed in its frame
It frightens those who watch it
And few escape the shame
But as of yet only I can see
What really lies within
And others glance and shake their heads
While others softly grin
The dark colors blend and flux
Never quite the same
Still the tragedy it shows me
I think I am to blame
Are these the things that were to come
And slowly pass me by
Or are these things because of me
And causing me to cry
I stand before this haunted piece
I wonder what to think
Like a swimming man with feet of stone
I gently start to sink
Into the greys of clouded night
And darkened days as well
I curl my soul into a ball
The things I could not tell
The painting now begins to fade
I faintly hear its call
I don't resist or back away
And silently I fall