Colorful mind's of distortion in view
....the prisoners eye-que...
Poetry and love yet caged, wit a hy-ku
....contempt rage, innocent.. but the lies true
An attempt to finish his last wish
....the final momento, never to be stolen
Heart of love, depart and bluff.. he's folden
....to be alone for days and hour's
To beat the feat's of the highest towers
....ending the fewest cowards
Alone for weeks,days,minutes,seconds
....his last dome.. last home... last place to roam
Where he' resides, where he decide's, where he lyes
....where he cries, thinks,blinks, his home.. where he dies
The image of love,destruction.. he's struck-in with pose
....his final noise.. the paint brush puttin the last coat
Of paint on the wall.. his eyes fall, his leg's cease
....trying to crawl... life isnt this small...
Not at all..

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