sorrow painter
days of thinking,
conversing my thoughts.
set it straight,
against my will.
i am laundered.
my soul is empty,
my hope is diminished.
my wish is demolished,
my mind is polished.
my will is punished,
my actions were childish.
my art is angered,
my hand trembled.
my paintbrush is withered,
paint scattered.
heart shattered.
unfair,
how come i kept falling into the same plight.
unfair,
why i cant cry.
unfair,
why i cant find.
unfair,
why...am..i.
drawn into withdrawal,
fainting spells.
truth befall,
my fantasy tumbled.
yc
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