The Artist & the Art

The Artist

& the Art

A reflection of the mind

Mirrors the eyes

For a glimpse at demise.

How sad, the begetter

Molding creations

containing self within - yet

To never live, never love, or even begin.

Only fabrications of illusions dreamt

Paid for with time taken & spent,

Precious moments so charged with life

Yet, so still at birth

Like Deaths first breath

Immortalized.

Corpses to collect

In the creators image.

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