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In this dark void,
listening to red words
like a sharp knife cutting arms
and seeing black veins.
...
A heart without colour,
Masking all the pain,
Masking all the narcissistic thoughts,
Enjoying the suffering,
Alone, with no desire to hurt others.
...
Addicted to emptiness,
Addicted to negativity,
Retracting a painting
With black veins
And a red mind.
...
The present moment,
is the pencil.
the acts are the colours,
But in the end of the nigh.
the artist is the one who suffers.
About the Creator
Lucripa
-x Just a rant! x-
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