a painting in history

i saw a painting of a painting of a boy who looked like a stain that looked like a boy
sitting at the river lost in thought, lost in color on canvas
his pigmented soul fading in strokes to bare canvas
the bare skin of his arms goose bumped gold and brown
i got lost in thought i thought

i studied it in history in the library in history in a book in history
i looked to study to see the painting in the painting of the stain of the boy
once wet, now dry and spread out into form to form a form of a boy
who is destined for greatness
to be studied
in history
to be seen
and prayed to and questioned,
"who is destined for greatness?"

i've got no one to lighten up
but everyone to blame
i'm outside of life, looking in
and death - from out - the same

i light my past on fire
then eat some ice cream
then sleep my regrets away
if i could only only only only only
(ddrreeeeeeeeaaaaammm)

oh baby baby touch me
said the bullet to the brain
and embracing steel braced me
for the neverlasting pain

sunshine sally's dancing all over my grave!
i feel a little put off
but i pretend not to mind
and spin 'til i find
a better position to rot