As my tired cheeks felt the cold tears from my swollen eyes As my mouth tasted the saltiness from the pain of these holy waters I am drowned by the rain that I made, so dark, so loud That what I only wish for it, is to stop.
But I can’t. I won’t. Though I’m falling apart, I can only see grey and not art But by washing away the canvass that I had drew on my face I can only pray to forever not chase
A paint that aces a very colorful one Though I did not only create I drew strokes and lines But someone colored it with the kisses of highlights
I painted it plainly with white, I traced it with lead to make its borders strong But someone smudged it, To soften the features of it all.
I changed I let someone paint the guards of my art. And now I’m left with my fading art, Nothing but a broken heart
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Living on fringe he was stealing genes. Fear of rebirth started a dialogue with death! Ignited by an asexual urge the belly went into flames. The super star dived in sea dragging down his old father. The sleek content of