Darker nights, wilder winds
Of bizzare whereabouts
Thump onto the glass windows
Until her artist awakes.
Paint soaked brushes
Stinking clots of bewildered thoughts
Blackened corpse of dead remorse
Cry until her artist awakes.
Malignancy of agonising fear
Her cringed figure and confusing chuckles
Sticky lips smelling intimidating beer
Electric sensation through her sore knuckles
Polychrome palettes, monochrome heart
Humming the lyrics of diabolic curses
Mutilate the healing stitches, restart the past
Do not cease until she completes her portraits.
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