And there he stood on the verge of his death
Beyond his passion, aspirations
Apt inspiration
For he happened to like the sense
of death put into his work
Bloodshed, artistic red and black
And white as his skin’s fairness
Eyes faced to the floor
Seeing only his corpse in a mirror
On a canvas filled with earthtone colors
On a portrait of a girl
A girl with eyes of brown,
And beauty and sadness
Incredible sadness
But he did not know why
Why those existed…
Both the girl and her sadness
Incredible sadness
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