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C: As I create my life away

I lose basic touch with reality



As I try to please the hunger

of the public eye, I'm dying



As I pour my emotions on to

this pad and paper, I'm still crying.



V1: The colors blend within

As I feel consciousness fade

I chose this life

But I never saw it being this way



The desire to live is over

I remain only to create

I feel pure weariness

on top of despair, and hate



This paint brush is my hand

as it quivers from exhaustion

My life is all together a risk

There is no room for caution



For as I show my mind

Within this canvas I view

I struggle to form atleast once more

and try to make it mean something to you



For as I wave the brush

My life depends on this last piece

of creativity.



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V2: I lay in my bed once more

covered in torn clothes and fur

I try and desipher why I still live

and what exactly am I worth



I haven't sold one of my many works

As I have been trying for my entire life

Yet I have no other choice



I am forced to keep trying

this is all I am able of

I have no talents, no voice



Just a simple man

struggling to make it well

Losing my will to stay

My pieces show my furious hell



I plead with god to understand

that I, the simple man, who simply tries

who lives struggling, who desires good things

I still touch with my goal, yet I wait to die



I will continue until my time comes

All I can do is wait, create

hope for good fortune, positive fate



I am the man who lives in such a way

I am...the artist.



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