The blank page

The blank page

The blank page has been killed. 
Its silent voice has shouted out bleating at its fading existence.
It watches blood that it did not know it had stain its white wool
As purple paint seeps to the rest of the body 

The creator stands triumphantly as he hears the life drain from the empty page
He smiles seeing the paint coat the last vestiges of the blank page
 and signs his signature on his completed work of art.