His brush strokes
Paint the perfect picture
Of an Insufferable existence
Of a soul blemished
By the woes that
Take unsettling vows to tarnish
The canvas of a life
Bathed lavishly by glimmering silver
But not absolved of guilt
That constantly plagued her mind

If one looked closely enough
Her seemingly perfect face
Seeked absolution for her sins
Her seemingly dark eyes dragged one To the abyssal depths of desolation
Her seemingly helpless Mouth
Sputtered pleas for forgiveness
Gently coaxing one into submission
Her seemingly restless hands
Found their way once again
And wrapped themselves around
Her lover's passionate embrace

The grey sky in the background
Threatened to break free,
Of the monotonous black and white
The seemingly calm ocean
Lures one to take a plunge
Into the unknown
This seemingly flawless picture
Deludes one into thinking
That everything is as it seems