I hide in a room
Where no one ever goes
And I start to make art
Nobody knows
The paintbrush is sharp and shines quite bright
My paint is red and thick
It's beauty is obvious, to me it's so clear
Yet no one ever sees the masterpiece of dreams
Right there on my legs

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Dark Daydreams
PoezjaThese are poems from the darkest areas of my mind. If they disturb you I'm sorry. It's better me let them out then hold them in. If you hold something in too long it begins to control you. So I'm letting it out. Completed from my feeling a lot bette...