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Rotten art
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love and hate
Now you have proven to me that,
You’re heart is nothing but rotten art.
Dark and cold is what you are,
I should have seen it from afar,
The rotten work you really are.
Faded and torn is all you,
cause of all the rotten work you do,
You’ll drain hearts that are true,
Leaving them broken and crude,
Like the art work inside you.
See your victim what could he be,
A flake a bum a druggy,
Or slum it don’t matter,
Because your heart is numb.
You’ll take him it don’t matter what you do
Cause of the rot that sits’s inside of you.
One of these days you will see,
What you are, you will never make far.
The darkened heart that you use will have its day,
Just like the ones you played.
When it does I hope you see how much rot you left in me,
Rotten art in your veins,
Is how you make it with no pain
I know your game my heart is left you to blame,
Should’ve seen it from the start
That all you are is rotten art.
goood start
a good start, getting your pain/ anger to page, which if even dark as it might seem, is turning negativity to positivity
blessing h
Visual poet/ Libertine lost in a labyrinth of complexities, methaphors, searching for the essence/ Ink of life/ death to spell my syphilistic words on the page/ screen.