Caricamento in corso...

Vincent

A rapier
A sword
A blade
What can take away my pain?
 
I cannot hear another no
Rejection digs my grave
I am Art
I am of what I create.
 
Alas apparitions of pleasure
haunt me
Seek me but do not
appease me.
 
I am but a swine at the trough
A dog at the table begging for scraps
A horse with an injured leg
A wounded deer.
 
Bliss avoids me
Joy steers clear
Happiness evades me
Love died in the yesteryears.
 
My heart fends off good
Lest, it too shall flee
Failure and I are intimate
She will never leave me.

Altre opere di Cade Gray...



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