I feel my eyes burning with this, such yearning for bliss
With a despised guise, instantly churning my abyss
Realm, that exists; I can’t help but glance at this spliff
Whom prances amiss, with such savage reminiscence
Of the past, I hear her screams of anguish, a weary trance
Damage to my ears from within a blank Picture in which I glance
Horrific visualization seems to advance, in which shadows are cast
As my limited manifestation of the reason a demon should laugh
As I am cast unto envisioning arms, and this collision starts
An artform of a vast chimera of creativity,
but in my era…….
………………………………….I paint despair and negativity……
As I paint the pictures of time, I weave to a stricter and confined
Place of drawing, As I stroke to design a plan, wicked and malign
Unleashing my inner essence, of what I created at simplistics
These artistic hands of mine, debated to elaborate characteristics
As I collaborate wit my senses, cause this painted thought is endless
It’s like trying to contemplate hieroglyphics, as we transcend
To said voices as I stab the face of my creation in vehemence
Hence, with my paintbrush broken quivering in an intense delirium
With immense movement,
I crawl to away from the portrait in which I was imprisoned
This decision carried forth incisions to my objecting cranial instability
Erecting a force of darkness, setting a painful sense of misery
In a mystery of auras, devouring my suspense of irrationality
Amass of urgent allergies arrive from beneath dense fatalities
Of sections from the interior mind; from the melting wax in canvas
Embedded in my bed of a Portrait, settling relaxed as a lavish
Hand brings me back to reality, my life submits with a frail forfeit
My illusion is complete and its written: “I’m unveiling a Portrait.”
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