Deamonpainter

Walking among shadows

Shady characters of faded casts

Acting out their last role

Beautiful lonely stars

These are my people

These fallen stars

You may think you see us

You never had a part

Flickering performance

On a burning stage

In naked daylight

For you to hate

Directing the audience

I paint in tones of gray

In shades of black

In cold dismay

I paint my deamons

As scars of blood

In a barren landscape

Where all is lost