GothicBlackRose
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(5/25/03 5:40 pm)
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Curiosity
Curiosity
Visions flood my head
a hazy dusty place
a man covered in sweat
barely conscious face
A window to his right
the light struggles in
the dust swarms like paint
the air is wearing thin
Various cans and tubes
sit upon the table
empty tins of expression
render him unable
cob webs wrap the brushes
used to draw each breath
with every crack in time
he nearers his death
canvases filled with paint
lined up in the back
the shadows hide detail
and turn them to black
A single easel stands
in the wake of this obscene
the artist slowly dies
he cannot live unclean
I watch his last few moments
play out in my head
a vision of curiosity
I wonder what's ahead.
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