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Just Ray Romano

from A Black Painting by yakul

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Born of anger, bored of bare truths
I spit on the world, devoid of my youth
To be buried, forgotten, in the yard
My self expression does not deserve to be called art
This is my war, to claw out a meaning
To burrow through the husk of life and be relinquished from dreaming
My destruction lacks any poetry
A cry for help in a lucid dream
Like a bug down the shower drain
What use are my skills? What use are my wings?
Lack of creativity, no process
Just anger thrown into a current
But this is mine!
The ink on the walls means I'm alive
For a second I have worth
For a second nothing matters
These are my black paintings
Let them rot in my house
Let the paint chip and the colors fade
Let them burn down
And when I'm dead and gone
I hope I leave without love
And I hope these still remain
This is mine, and mine it will stay

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from A Black Painting, released May 10, 2019

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