Dire Inspirations

Future in his mind

Now before his eyes

The pigmented brush

Slips from his fingers

Dashing from the studio

To thwart the inevitable

While the ugly scenario

He painted still lingers

Not a second thought given

To the other canvasses

Left behind unpainted

Never to be appreciated

Artist gone insanely mad

With a loaded gun in hand

Lost in a world of violence

That only he created