Paint the Pain Away

If light can fill the dark, then why can't I paint the pain away?

Blazing.

Burning.

Broken.

Twisted flames of dashing colors.

Winding bright tendrils of black.

Clawing and reaching, yet never grasping.

The sky folds from blue to nothing.

Yet here I stand and stare,

Reaching into the unknowns for something that will never exist in my mind's eye,

Or the minds of they.

They! Oh they who gape with clouded souls and scorching tongues!

Screeching out the pain of today and the blood of tomorrow.

As the moon cries and the sun fades,

Here we lie in the fullness of emptiness.

With nails that bite and teeth that scratch,

Their eyes are open,

But they can no longer see.

Left behind are hearts that can only bleed.

But if one can simply brush over the brokenness of day,

Why can't I paint the pain away?