Breathe.Gratitude.Love.

Carved out a life of chiseled art

Bled Souls out in the process

Withered bones and shortened statures

On floors of privileged progress

Faded colors and dried essence

Pushed down into the darkness

Moaning pain from ruptured voices

Mute beneath hands left heartless

Haunted dreams in unknown faces

When consciousness was harnessed

Broken pieces mold slabs of lies

Stripped of the whole once promised

Vacancies light hollowed-out eyes

Fixed on a past in presence

The Art will not be compromised

For death outside this canvas