DD - Chris Leonard - Window To the Soul

Window To the Soul

As the pen cuts accross the canvas,
He drains his inkwell dry.
A water drop falling,
Cooling,to the skin,
Hard, yet soft to a man.
It shatters on a red canvas,
Splintering the small dreams of hope.
He thought it was over,
That the pain would never return.
Yet everywhere he looks,
He sees what he hates.
A broken mirror distorts his view,
Yet is it a mirror or a window?
And is he outside or in?
Still the tool controls him,
And as he watches the drops fall,
Clear, Dark.
And thick.
He realises,that he is in
That the one everyone hates,
Is him.