A Brunettes Beauty

Is an Insane Illusion

Into A World Alone

Where,

  Words

Discover my mind,

And Broken Shards form

Poetry from a pycho

Sometimes I breath and cant let go

But What if...

Masked paint

Can be beautiful Lavender and Lilac Fields

Purple in the breeze

Dancing and Wakeful

Like These Useless Cursives

But like today

And others to come,

I learned 100 facts about me

Like Rants are Cliché,

I believe in the Fucking doomsday

Life itself is the work of an Artist 

And we are but his masterpieces.