Tortured Artist

I’m a tortured artist without vitality.
Color has lost its hue, it’s only darkness.
I’m a fallen angel without a paradise.
Eden has lost its innocence and beauty.
I exist only through blank pages of an empty void consumed only by meaningless matter.

Written: June 20, 2005

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