He is an artist! He is a poet! All his paintings consist of BLACK and BLUE with an occasional RED She is his canvas but he Only paints the part of her body That no one else can see Because no one can handle his art. Not even she can, sometimes. His writings consist of VENOM and the faint scent of BOURBON. She is his audience but he Only lets her listen when There is no one else to hear Because no one can handle his words And only someone as talented as he can make poems hurt worse than paintings.
Romanticism; Incomplete Ramblings of a Mad Person












