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nothingontheinside

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this is not one of my best but i thought id post it anyway. enjoy and feel free to bash at will.

 

ART

 

 

 

I took out a brush

And painted the world around me

I used all the colors of the rainbow

And let out all of my feelings

All my emotions onto my work of art

I step back

And look down

There's blood all over the floor

I have taken my brush

And torn my heart out

Art is a magical thing

And the crimson around me looks so real

It hurts

The pain is real this time

So I take a step forward to a new canvas

And start a new work of art

With my hand covered in blood

I step back

And all I see is gray

Assorted shades of gray lie around me in a field

The flowers no longer have the colors of elegance

That they had before

I have painted my world gray

Avert your eyes

Before your world becomes gray too

The sun no longer shines

It burns

The wind no longer blows and whistles

It laughs

I fall down into the field

Of once beautiful flowers

I tire easily and rest

Coldness overwhelms by body

They have found me

A murder has occurred

And I was caught

Red-handed

My death, my pride, my suicide

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