I paint in crap covered shoes... my brush covered in the crap that was once you.. brown is the strokes that brush across the canvass.

A brush no longer is my point of view.. A wall so white and my hands dig in wet moist filth.. I fling the smelly anger, emptiness, and hate at a wall that is now less white..

The white room now less white. less white. less white. less white and a thicker brown.

What does this represent? It represents the hot, thick breath of hate... the crap that rises from you throat each time you speak my name.