​The Life of an Artist Without a Canvas

​The life of an artist without a canvas. Crippled to act. Suffocated by my own cage. Silenced by my own hand. Reaching for a friendly sky. Unable to escape my own madness. Overpowered sense of self. Lying reflection. Sex is an excuse. Drugs are no promise. Food contains poisen. Water runs these ridges.
Prayers have no mercy.

Black with red.
Mercy oh mercy.

Please save me. Me, save myself from me.
Skrew myself off until the galaxy pours out.

Play music to ease a heart beat.

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2 thoughts on “​The Life of an Artist Without a Canvas

  1. Dear Misty are you OK to me you are a very talented and beautiful person you care more than others and do more than others which might bring more pain to you than others but should also bring more joy to you than others. I have to say I envy the Energy you have. I wish you well and hope this message finds you well. Peace ,Love, Compassion, Understanding.

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