Love is a privlage
A privlage most deserve
  A privlage that makes people happy
    But i do not deserve love
     I am a dying corpse
      I push people away because of fear
       I cannot say that I am a slave to fear
        But I am at times anyways
         I do not deserve self-love
          Ugly and Fat
            I lie to the people I love about my feeling
             So I cut to punish  
              And thats why I dont deserve love and I give it to others

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Everytime I hotwired reality

I took a bite out of animosity


I followed all the wrong examples

Danced to the music I didn't know

I never knew the new ground

Before it brought me down


In the end we all dance to the music alone

Twirling until we are nowhere to be found



. . . . dancing our sorrow away . . . .


. . . . all the dying years enthused . . . .


. . . .  in the end keep the fire burning
         in your eyes . . . .


. . . . until the light in you reaches the sky . . . .

Art speaks words unheard,
   The feelings paints pictures unseen.
       It is beauty and drastic ideas combined
      A mix of pleasure and pain
      All experiences add a different taste
        Rough edges and smoothness entwined.
Touch it and fall into a dream
The artist lived and lives within.