Doomed.
Birth borrowed
Fate ill destined
Identity copied
From a Vincent that never shined.
Dropped school
Worked and wondered
Finding passion; seeking reason
In an existence denied
Am a forgotten progeny
That no one hears
Dark as the night, the road I lead
Ascetic I resolved
Forgot the shaving, forgot bathing
Dealt with Him, I, a paranoid schizoid
Moralizing His profundity
Still, no one listens
Mutilated lobe
A piece of me
Priceless dowry of ardor
To Sien by the brothel
Rubbished emotion
Am I heard? No, not at all
Theo and Gaugin
Bade in the
Palette and brush
Rekindles dying flames
Inside this pitch black poke
Staring to the starry night
With the taste of tube paint on my lips
An attempt to submit into the voices within
Ending this misery I do pray,
But still nobody would want to listen.
Silver bullet unto my chest
Ended bouts of paranoia and delusion
In this cradle I lay
Soaking in red
Deserted
I mouth
"Sadness will last forever"
Eyes closed; feet flat
A portrait of surrender
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