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Paint me as your Jesus,
and smile at me as the nails go in.
Paint me in Stalingrad,
as the Winter falls hard on me again
With snow avalanching and crashing down.
Portray me in a magnificent landscape,
in glowing soft colours,
under the harsh light of a waning moon.
Winter comes and the Wind whispers,
"Are you dreaming to live,
Boy, are you living to dream"
the trees stretch out their limbs:
I am lost to the shadows.
I see my eyes mirrored in yours,
and I do see you, I really do,
even when I would prefer to see nothing,
see nothing, so that I may try to hear something.
Hear nothing, so I may be Nothing.
but be heard regardless. 

Portray me as the Artist, anonymous
hidden in the tall grass on letters in a line
and send my perfectly presentable pasture worldwide
To Nottingham, to Manchester, to Borges' Tlon
and let my words free me to a world of my own rules and wonder.
I string up my imagery in a lunar noose,
and time hangs my visions as the Moon,
grim executioner, lifts the innocent to fall flatly
This will not do.
The Wind returns and sings softly to me

So I will look across the landscape
The one you painted for me,
Soft and glowing, sparkling in the moonlight
With the trees giving shelter
to the lonely souls.
The wind’s whisper will come back to you
Faintly, softly, like the landscape before me.
Portray as a martyr for my own beliefs,
And leave me in peace.

Expose me the person you never knew
That was lost in the mass of the crowds;
The one that never shone through
To anybody but you.
Watch as the water envelops me and covers me

And drowns me. Watch as the
Rain slices open my skin.
Bittersweet on my tongue and soft on my body,
Faint outlines come to surface
Of the scars that never healed.
Stars shine as the mist covers the lies
Dazzling in the dark skies, all I never
knew. Expose me, reveal me, portray me,
Everything I’ve ever been, all I’ve ever seen;
All my weaknesses, all my strengths, the
very beating of my own heart: show it all.
Listen to me one last time, and hear the
Soft whistling of the wind. See the dark
shadows cover me before I’m lost forever.

Expose me as your artist, and portray me
as your friend. Paint me as your lover,
The one you’ll never have in the end.


 Co-written with
Matt