Art Of Madness

by Mary   May 16, 2020


You don't deserve flairs of color
Or talented splashes on canvas
Nor wasted bright efforts of countenance.

With withered lacquered fish
palpitating on stalks
Laced fangs
hues of your mood
Only in cold stark madness
do I paint
the real you.

    report violation
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  • 4 years ago

    by Skyfire

    Absolutely love your images here.

  • 4 years ago

    by Johnathon

    Fantastic.

  • 4 years ago

    by Weeping Willow

    Love this and absolutely needed it right now. Thank you for sharing your beautiful words

  • 4 years ago

    by Shruti

    Love this a lot. As the previous comment said, this reminds me of Van Gogh too.
    And that was a good way of telling us about that person's personality!

  • 4 years ago

    by ddavidd

    True: Ask Van Gogh, he draw everything in the verge of madness.
    Nicely worded.

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