The paints came alive
In a devilish manner
Concocting horizons of err
Foolish was I
To believe in such madness
Revealing a life of dispair
Fingers and hands
With a devil’s command
Congealing in clandestine fodder
Revealing sad eyes
Of a life passed by
The ghost of my long lost daughter
Kevin Parish 
Your reading of this poem really gave me the chills. Fantastic.
LikeLiked by 1 person
Hahaha… I have to laugh, as I read it normally, and thought, nah… Go for the Englishman accent. Hahahaha… Thank you, my friend! I’m happy you liked it! ;-)))
LikeLike
I agree–a two-fer of creepiness!
LikeLiked by 1 person
Honesty has no bounds… ;-))) I think my writing muse and painting muse had gone out for a bit too much of the libations while I was unaware!
LikeLiked by 2 people
Tut, tut, very naughty of those two!
LikeLiked by 1 person
Ha
LikeLiked by 1 person
😀
LikeLiked by 1 person