Cracks in the canvas

How do we cope with the days after a death?
Empty days
Nothing left
Not even a funeral

I see shapes forming inside paintings
Animals and humans, row upon row
Walking towards something
Waiting fo something

I'm looking for an answer
Me and a million others
Disbelievers
Desserted lovers
Dear God, you'd better not let me down this time

Cracks in the canvas
Look like roads that never end