Like the most gorgeous wasteland
Painted in self-alienating colors
Blurres into a dreadful dreary
Every self-reflective blossom
Fades into mere solitude
Yesterday I made acquaintance
With my custom made fake smile
Designed with proclaimed omniscience
I put in on and walked a while
And as I stumble through my wasteland
Suddenly I start to ponder
Every stroke of the brush seems
unfamiliar
And everything appears so somber
Yesterday I made acquaintance
With my pathological sadness
False compare on every instance
For me it’s only this and nothing less
A rose broken ere the storm scattered
its paddles
I used to find myself on the canvas
Instead of being imposed on it.
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