An architect of self destruction.
Streak these reds across the page.
Intentions remain so counterproductive.
I'd bleed out just to write about the stains.
Have faith in where passion will take you.
A ripped page on black concrete.
Wicked designs like a mental breakthrough.
Slipping through the cracks under my feet.
Shattered charisma and broken sleep.
Impossible strokes under sickening light.
Just splatter the paint and hope to dream.
A reckless approach to a blistering fight.
Scar up another piece of worthless fabric.
Pour the future stains all over the voids.
Mark the reality of passion with static.
Scrape the silence with the violence of noise.
Write motherfucker like its all you have.
Paint as if the world wants you dead.
Carve out a story and sell your heart.
Remember creativity is a gun to your head.
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