17 November 2021

Artistic Paranoia

For a 
Half baked soul 
In a fully grown
Body.
An overcooked
Poem,
For this night
Feels heavy.

The Ill lit humour,
This sweet 
Dessert carries..
Can subsume
A galaxy..
Can't take it
I'm really sorry.

Those compositions
Are musical
Diarrhoea..
Your paintings,
Artistic malaria.

Is this the way
World's gonna end?
Apocalypse will
Just be an artistic 
Paranoia?

I don't know,
You tell me.
Starting with mine.
You're putting all
The lives at risk.

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