Eyes sewn, always blind to the colors

Sat there at the tip of an iceberg

Once a he transformed to an it

Suffocating on Oxygen – drowning in the air

Wrapped around, insulated in cruel despair

Maleficiently left at the end of its wit

Evermore a plastic smile of sadness labeled on work

Vials stacked around, whiffs of poisons

The colors you washed out of its veins

As you sucked out from its beating heart

Were forced back down the channels of blackened art

Everlong, as decay far more potent than the means

Now look at where it lay

Endlessly rowing down on your silent boat

Under the bridge – a decrepit moat

Muddied with the stagnant waste of the day

Sighed a dying anagram of hopelessness

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