The artist cuts his soul open with every brush stroke
Colour by colour exposing his veins
Telling tales of alternate realities
The pages of his fate missing from God’s book of destinies
Stolen by the devil out of envy
But you can take the page out of heaven but not heaven from the page
He frantically ignites and inspires his own shine
Blinded, deafened but blessed by the gods
Applauded, criticised but still a gift to man
As the darkness engulfs the place that was once occupied by the flickering candle light
At the conjugation of his head and his pillow
An artist reconciles with his soul


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