Saturday, August 26, 2017

Broken brush

I don't belong upon this planet
Wounded bleeding and scarred
Burns and breaks in my canvas
The paint brush fallen on the floor
Unleashed are waves of sadness
Life lived without being adored
How can anything matter
When the soul is shaken to the core
With knowledge that life does not forgive
We all die
Decayed within
Empty inside
Full of sin
Needing some cyanide
For my final time