Canvas

My canvas I decided
Was to be different like me
And instead of the usual pink
I chose blue
But soon I saw
All my creators
They ripped me apart to shreds
And my edgy  blue faded into a dull  grey
Turning Darker and darker by the day
 others stepped on this useless page of charcoal
My pitch black
Was turning into an oblivious white
When An angel picked me up
She was made of gold
She touched me and I was a lilac sky
But soon I decided that it wasn’t the colour for me
I turned the shade of the my demons
A dark evil purple
And cut through  her masterpiece page
But halfway through I realised
I was only damaging myself
She came back to me
 like the turquoise ocean
And it’s tides
She could have drowned me
In that beautiful depth of her
But chose to give me life
Collected my black ashes
And stitched me back together
Painted me the blooming colour she saw in me
 a deep maroon
Like blood pulsing through your veins
And soon i transformed into a bright red flame
Fuelling me
Was an unstoppable wish for change
And controlling my  inferno
Only My creators deep ocean
My artist
 found purpose  in the cold shades of me
And drew autumn leaves on my barren tree.
        -Anoxya