Wet Paintings
Fuck this world and everybody in it
That's how I'm feeling at the minute
What is the point of living
If you feel yourself slipping
And you've painted up a vision
But the painting's wet and dripping
And the weight is closing in
Stinging like the ocean wind
As the light dims
My life ends
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When Life Gives You Pineapples
PoezjaJust my thoughts in the form of rhymes. Round 2