Lonesome Pictures Of Tomorrow


Sit and reminisce of the past images I’ve taken part in.
Paintings and sketches thru sentences until sanity parted.
Sacrificed life for ink to write during nights of light
Let my mind take flight and recite a eulogy at her death’s site
Since the passing of my angel my angle on life seems to dangle
Mangled and still laughing, before she was strangled past fatal
Lead gray slowly forms her dead face, but here eyes were gone
Am I insane? Am I in this place? Is this where an artist belongs?
Stumble down the hall towards the blank medium that mocks me.
Her whispers call and fill my head with helium. Is this a dream?
Finally, I reach a seat to release the screams of my deceased teen
If dreams were pictures then I’ve got stacks of masterpieces
And if screams were whispers I’d laugh at the face of my species
Sheets of grief and regret roughly cover each walls space
As leaves of greed fall into the sunset, upon the perfect place
A utopia beneath my eyelids, accompanied by the hands of silence
A poetic war with no violence, just intellectual thoughts of the highest
Let my mind be free, forming dreams of her portrait
Help my lungs breathe as her life bleeds all she portrays
Pages are etched with perfection, Fueled by the loss of one
Sketches of her are left with the walls of freedom
A corpse hung from the rope that she intertwined with lines
The frame hung on the hope that my mind combined
With insanity and an optimistic thought process
Then, she grabbed me.. I awoke from lost ness.
Before I wondered whether I was crazy, her lips grazed me.
I heard you scream and found you beneath the sheets in dreams’
My eyes ran free and the walls were empty, awaiting sorrow
It can’t be as it seems.. She can’t leave me..
Alone Tomorrow..