i awake 4rm the sickening sorrow of my life
i thrust my fingers through the stream of strangers...
my home immersed in memories fade
as i approach it ... i hasten away enclosed amongst foolish disbelief...
i descend into my eternal siesta...
only to wake up once
more enlighting others the art of my nightmares
repetition...
i have painted my own horror......
i have painted my own fate...
the artist within me knows not of art but life
ITSELF.
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