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Vinnie's in the bedroom, painting endless skulls Covering the canvas until every inch is full Then he starts another one, or, failing that, the wall There're skulls in the dining room, spilling from the hall Some are black or yellow, none are quite the same But each one has an attitude and each one has a name Vladimir, the yellow one, looks angry on the door Marley, in the corner, is saying "Paint some more" Dread Dread"I can hear them speaking" says Vinnie full of fright "They whisper things inside my ear and keep me up all night Every time I finish one it says aloud its name I swear hear them laughing as I put them in the frame They're everywhere I look sometimes I wish I'd been born blind But if I burned my eyes out now, I'd see them in my mind And I won't stop painting them as long as I'm alive Until the day I finish one and the name it says is mine." Dread Everything was catalogued after the artist's death The opening at the gallery was a critical success But as to which was his last piece, they critics can't agree Between one that looks terrified and one that looks relieved Dread From Letras Mania