The Art Of My Pains

The Art of My Pains

The art of my pains

is in the blood stain ink of me

while I write day and night

to give insight of me that bleeds

while the world reads,

this is my own battle cry's

that are left in my mind

I see all the dead souls around me

while I dream darken pains

of those days of rain

that hasn't gone away,

I was born in a painful storm

the memories stayed with me

oh, how the pains had cut me deep

the words that hurt made bigger storms

I hold my breath like I was dead

thinking it would all end,

I now realize as I got older

you cannot fix anyone

that don't want the help

so why in the hell did this life paint me

and put me down into a devastated storm

the past has away to paint my life gray

this is the art of me that bleeds.

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