Archive No.4: Portraits - The Imitations of Art
I've fallen for how time has
Paralyzed me to a trance
In exchange for my talismans
That have paved every path I ran
If I'm no longer a pathological overthinker
Then who am I ? Who am I?
If I'm no longer the artist with stained fingers
Then who am I?
I'm buried under wasted pages
That bleed onto my tainted skin
So deep the scars are beautiful
Like tie dyed oceans I swim in
If I'm no longer a pathological overthinker
Then who am I ? Who am I?
If I'm no longer the artist with stained fingers
Then who am I?
My beliefs have been corrupted
By unflattering portraits
I made them myself because I thought
That's what humility demands
My lifelong resolutions
Turn into empty promises
As I fly closer to the sun because I thought
That's what soaring demands
If I'm no longer a pathological overthinker
Then who am I ? Who am I?
If I'm no longer the artist with stained fingers
Then who am I?
-auctor

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