literature

The starving heart

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An artist I am, and my heart bleeds for beauty
Needs it, believes it; and so I appease it,
By brushing my blood with the colors of diseases:
Liquid happiness and acrylic aromas
Of viral octane, bring on the pain
Mutate me baby, there’s always more to gain!
Splice here, slice that
The spices of fear are on the attack
Let the pathogen grow, shut immunity down
I’m in desperate need of a doctor right now, but
All I want is a brush, to shape the phases of this rush
So pump in the corrosion and let me go numb,
Let me take in the surge of adrenaline and scum—
Feel the purge, and with love, I’m unmade
Fueled by affection it infects, invades
Takes me through valleys of plague, rusting genes, rotting cells;
Painting, tainting, re-shaping this shell
As I trace the sickness through my veins, my glorious hell.
An artist I am, whose heart bled for beauty
So much so that it spilled out on the canvas.
So this is either about a masochistic artist who decided to make the ultimate masterpiece by infecting himself with lethal, gene-altering viruses and then painting out his experience, or a hopeless romantic who was so desperate to fill the void in his life that he gave everything he had to someone who didn't really care for him, and was eventually left with nothing, despite all of his passions. I literally don't know. 
Had fun writing it though :L
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trentonh's avatar
That was beautiful!