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Who am I

but just a dream

when I died

it split the seam

I know you cried

I heard your scream

only my death

keeps me sane

My life was in your eyes

a sparkle of potenial waste

Now i am gone

and I have lived

I am made of blood you paint

created for beauty

concepted in purity

what am i now

broken, blackened and dirty

there is no beauty in me

tell me now what you see

the creature or the creator?

or all at once?

am I the art or the artist?

it is not for me to know....

my friend is Dead

in name and in grace

he took his own life

with a shotgun to the face