visions of contradictions a blank page to be filled images of me scattered is this who i am canvas of me is this all that matters or what they think a skewed reality as charcoal draws upon the canvas lines construct what thy perceive obscuring images of madness we all portray an ideal of who we are drawn in black onto the pedestal shades of grey blur all that seems i am a fictive imprint of the beholders dream truth unveils true colors that lie beyond visions or mere delusions a canvas corrupted by me images of me tattered is this who i am canvas of me embellished for the masses what they see a skewed reality as charcoal draws upon the canvas lines construct what thy perceive obscuring images of madness we all portray an ideal of who we are in a world of superficial desires perception is law and honestly is flaw the knowing of self an art to be extinct only the sycophant remain to paint this canvas of me sadly the fake remain to skew this image of me drawn in black onto the pedestal shades of grey blur all that seems i am a fictive imprint of the beholders dream truth unveils true colors that lie beyond