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Paint me a portrait, lovely
By devilsrighthand
Strange happenings,
And even stranger feelings.
Small room, low ceiling,
Several leather couches,
“Take a seat, son.”
Comply, slowly.
“You’re done for. I know you probably feel strange right now. That’s
normal.”
Nothing,
But emptiness.
So this is it?
The end?
A real shame.
To know you’re lost,
To find out like that.
“There is only one cure, boy. Here. Use these.”
Two objects,
One large enough, fitting in the palm of the hand,
The other,
Small,
A projectile.
“Use them”
“The only way”
“You’re done for."
I’ll blow my mind,
All over the back wall,
And create a pretty picture,
From my thoughts.
Paint me a portrait,
With my life.
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Copyright 2014 devilsrighthand
Author's Note:
It was not how I expected it to be...Comments on "Paint me a portrait, lovely"
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On Friday, May 9, 2014, Star
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wrote:
don't do it, Royce. it's not worth it.
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A former member wrote:
don't you fucking dare...... i love you, nephew.
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A former member wrote:
don't do it man
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A former member wrote:
Blood spatter paintings, like a fucking Rorschach test, tell me what do you see? An intriguing piece.
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A former member wrote:
i can relate, i can kinda see it too ..... good job
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