Burning air; flashing lights

Alas, the life I see is a mere number to the many

Pangs of sharp pain cut through flesh

Finally, Release

my aging mind given the place to sleep
As my innocence.
And young bones

S H A T T e R

the hand falls limp to hunger
Never quenched.

a dark abyss of ignorance
As I follow

                      l  i  g  h  t
The                                                  above.

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One of my most recent art pieces, hope you guys like it?

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