by DrakoireColorado Springs, Colorado, USA
May 2012 284 Views 4 comments
The Canvas Man
Stories of shadows have made my heart expectant of a life that revolves around an unimaginable, yet predictable fear.
While controlled by a faceless pain so immanent, that death it's self will show a partiality to my life now wasted.. why have i endured such agony and torment... I was, I'am.. An everliving picture painting of pain... Death to the painter.
While controlled by a faceless pain so immanent, that death it's self will show a partiality to my life now wasted.. why have i endured such agony and torment... I was, I'am.. An everliving picture painting of pain... Death to the painter.
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Posted: May 2012
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Touching poem.