Thursday, August 8, 2013

A muse to the arts.

A mannequin is the amount
Of what I am and will become.
Some eerie energy source that 
You use for your own..

Just a photo or a song is 
How I exist in this land after 
Time washes away the empty 
Sorrow that is buried in my expression.

Delicate laced lines are placed
Between you and I.
The only survival method...
I have my own soul.
It can not be captured without a thrill.

Placement and timing 
Lighting... No sound.
Words will not describe my love affair
With the most talented men 
Of the arts.

Only a shadow in the darkness
Once. Twice. Three times too many
A classy glass of broken promises.
Leaving legacy behind.

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