My Life Becomes Art
You rejected me, so subtlety
now I must return the favor,
burning photographs, tossing away
the enslaving objects you so savor
turn the dog on me,
oh I really don't mind
you can't be here forever
I am always undoing
the damage you leave behind
the stench of sulfur,
staining my hands
It was only a well placed match
welcome to my last stand
words never spoken
eyes a million miles away,
then why are there worry lines,
carved across your pathetic face?
slightly off balanced,
in a crazy kind of way
My life becomes Art,
until the end of my days...
mathiasthom
written 6/27/09
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