From The Macabre Mind

My lips remain woven with uncertainty,
Sewn with regret and cracked in anger,
No hidden meanings to utter,
No undying passion to trace the night.

I’ve saved your tears for quite some time,
Now I have enough to paint the sky,
It never was a pretty sight,
Watching you fall before my eyes.

I opened every window in the house,
But the wind brought no comfort,
No faith to wrap myself in,
No whispers of a desperate lover.

Hands, face, eyes, lips,
I’d rather not remember today,
Maybe when the sun dries up,
And color returns to my blank canvas.

I’m left to remain unspoken,
Hand in hand with emptiness,
No remnants of a withered reflection,
To bare the shadows left behind.

I’m a creation of something morbid,
Arranged in a series of highs,
Spread out in collections of endless decades,
Fading faster than life itself.

From The Macabre Mind

PurpleHaze

LaSalle, Canada

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Artist's Description

I love the endless metaphors that are used.
What can I say, it’s my forte.
This was wrote quite some time ago and it took nearly two weeks or so to complete.

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