so silent i can hear my heart beating
a tune that’s misleading
static sounds like screaming
too loud im sent retreating to paint what i consume
canvases show im often a balloon
conscious confined with no breathing room
tied to trauma scenes instead of a kid cartoon
suicide creeps like an end all doom
painting bones and bodies that decompose
blood red ribcages exposed
ghosts enclosed self diagnosed with delusion
in a constant state of confusion
often feeling like life is an illusion
day by day a disarray paints portray
we all decay
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