The Painters Curse

Painting is my life,

Even i left my girlfriend to focus on my paintings

That's i'm damned

Knowing death awaits me.

Everything started the day when my uncle asked me to paint his portrait.

I started to paint without trouble

Almost at the end

Something possessed me

And made paint over his throat

Some aggressive whirls

Days after a call from my uncle terrified me

His throat was attacked by an awful cancer.

The days passed my old girlfriend begged to me

To do her portrait first i refused by strong was her insistence.

The situation repeated it shelf i entered the painting without trouble

But again before the end i wasn't my shelf.

Suddenly scars with crawling snakes appeared on her face

I was very scared

Days passed and her phone call told me to meet her.

She told me she has a.i.d.s.

I refused to paint,

And i have been condemned.

Desire has forced me to get

Aids from my old girlfriend.

Today when i look into a mirror

I see my face riddle and wasted and i know is time to die.