Afterlife of A Painting
Eternal Brushstrokes: A Melodic Tale of Immortality and Regret
Lyrics
Now I'm convinced and I admit that dead is better
Expressing a belief that being dead is preferable, acknowledging its allure.
Only as long as there's a way to live forever
Emphasizing the preference for death only if there's a possibility of eternal life.
The choice was clear then as it is now
Stating the clarity of a decision made in the past and its relevance in the present.
I walk the path for immortality
Choosing a path that leads to immortality, suggesting a quest for enduring significance.
I lived bold with elegance and a sense of pride
Recalling a life lived boldly with elegance and pride but ending in irrelevance and neglect.
Then passed away irrelevant and cast aside
Describing the afterlife as being ignored and discarded after a once impactful existence.
Today I'm the beautiful queen you have crowned
Presenting a current state of being a beautiful queen recognized by others.
Tomorrow I'm another woman drowned
Anticipating a future transformation, implying the transient nature of recognition.
I was the image of perfect grace
Portraying a past self as an embodiment of perfect grace captured by a painter.
Encapsulated by the painter's trace
Acknowledging being encapsulated by an artist's representation in a painting.
I keep the paintings in the afterlife
Claiming possession of paintings in the afterlife, hinting at a continued existence beyond death.
And for the image I paid the price
Acknowledging a cost paid for the image's preservation in the afterlife.
The people saw themselves in me with fallen grace
Describing how people once identified with the speaker but turned hostile, leading to disgrace.
Then tore me down relentlessly to my disgrace
Expressing the harsh criticism and downfall faced after initial admiration.
Today I'm the beautiful queen you have crowned
Repeating the recognition as a beautiful queen in the present.
Tomorrow I'm another woman drowned
Reiterating the transient nature of recognition, forecasting a future of obscurity.
The fruit is gone now, the tree is bare
Metaphorically describing a loss or depletion, possibly of significance or vitality.
And though you've seen me, you will not stare
Suggesting that despite being observed, the speaker will not elicit attention or recognition.
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