Segregation behind walls of ice,
For reasons unknown I pay the price, I clawed these walls until I bled, The ceiling collapses in there stead. Clouds of dust deflagrate my lungs, Every breath remain unsung. Lacrimation corrodes my face,
What the fuck is this place?
Lost in a gulag of their mould,
My heart rate slowing; I'm so cold.A mental deceit, a physical defeat. There's a place I go they'll never find; In the closet of my mind.
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malicatsz:
@robertbluesman yes! I am an artist as well! I paint with watercolor, ink, and oils mostly. I like to add things like piecea of jewlery or wood and sand to my peices as well when i can!
robertbluesman:
More facets adding even more brilliance to the Natural Gem known as @malicatsz 👌