Failing to comprehend
That painting of the saint
In colors gray and white
Eyes as dead as a wight
Gloomy and sad
without a smile

The picture was a mystery
No one ever told me its history
Flashing its surreal
That night, my nightmare seemed real

I woke up in the middle of the night
It was silence just like moments before a fight
I went down the hall to see corpses lying
The Painting was smiling at me as I saw myself dying

I was dead but my soul was trapped
I was a prisoner and the devil in the painting clapped

Tags: Mystery, Fear

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