Death by Art

candydropz69
candydropz69: Death by Art

This life that feels like fucking torture,
My feet are stuck in what feels like mortar.
Why am I still here?
So many more deserving than me.
So terrified and broken,
Insticts tells me to fuck off and flee.
But where to flee
Where my soul isn’t smeared?
I hate society today,
I fucking hate it here.
Music and creativity make it some how tolerable.
But I swear to you sweetheart,
The rest is horrible.
So there are days I want to cut myself,
Open up and do my last painting.
Something meaningful I can do before fainting.
Painted literally,
With my blood, sweat and tears.
All my heart break, let downs, depressions and fears.
A thirty year olds life time spilled onto a canvas.
How suiting for me,
I’m going out as an artist.
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alleycat09
alleycat09: Morbid chills as i visualize....do your best most raw emotions everytime cuz one day u will go bellyup
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