Your body is a canvas.

my hands, wrinckled and old,

are brushes used solely to destroy,

but, to my surprise, whenever I touch you,

I create beautiful art.

Art is where I find joy,

and for me, you are the embodiment of perfection,

you are the unexpleinable, the unpredictable.

Wherever you go, I will follow,

Either in body or thought,

I'll be there, by your side, forever.

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Clouds cry poisonous tears,

I open my mouth and I drink them.

No poison can kill me,

Because I am poison incarnated.

I wish the voices would stop,

I wish that the shadows would dissapear,

But, no matter how much I try,

I fail.

I am not nothing, I am a lesser man.

God oh god,

Why have you forsaken me.

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