She's a painter

If i'm gone tomorrow
Promise me you'll never look
Just get out that pen and paper
and transcribe the notes you took

Tell them of my golden hair
My hazel eyes
My patchy beard

Tell them I was a broken mind
a broken heart
or whatever sells

Tell them I loved so hard
only I could feel it
Only I

Tell them I tried to tell them
Tell them I screamed and cried
Tell them

You never listened close enough
You never listened close
you never listened
Why sugar coat it
You never listened to the cries
You never bothered to listen to what you heard
I told you once
Tell them

Royalties on forgotten dreams can go to the family I didn't leave behind
Pass it on to the children of a forgotten blood line
Pass it on

I lay my blood in the sand on four corners of this circle
I give my blood in offering to this realm
I shed pain and sweat with regularity
without question
I shed reasoning
I shed understanding
I shed cloth and paper
I shed pen and passion
and when I am neutral again
When I am a raw blank white void...

This world will show you beauty