I can draw
I can draw the mountains and the sea
The creatures that lives in it,
Small and big as can be.
Their human screams are music for my ears
So I would dug down deeper into my canvas
Until my favorite red paint appears
When their skin turns pale as white,
It reminded me of their soulless eyes
When my tears came running down my cheeks
I knew it was victory in disguise
When I'm finished with my artwork,
With its fine lines and scenery,
I took their bodies to my warehouse,
Which I proudly call my art gallery.
- nezaell champ
9th petal
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Rose Petals
Poetry☽☽ Its voice sounded like the calm breeze of a foggy forest, and the sea crashing at the shore. Maybe we shall live into faded inks in books, lost in fantasies forevermore ☾☾ Please do NOT repost WITHOUT credits. PLAGIARISM IS A...
