November Wordsworth

I drain and wilt I try and fail and again, I fail In pain, I frail.  With a broken brush I paint In pain I clash An anxious heart in a rush In fear of the unknown,  I rush and crash. Onto plain canvases, Paints a dead muse  With broken word crayons And faded verses I paint A painting of a blurry mirage. A plain canvas of an empty painting  Painted with paint from an empty vase  By an empty heart,  Is empty painted, with invisible paint.  Sands of time, slither down the kink Gloomy cigarettes burn to ash A weary sad aged wall clock Glares like a dying flame,  A fallen sun in hurts of insidious stardust.  Oh my dear muse,  where on, did you on go to?  In a dead coercive voice, do you hear me call?  Come back to me,  Please.  With out you, my painted paintings,  Are painted empty! @juliuscseguya 

Nursed by the devil's breast An advocate who kissed a demon's toes  And rose to the odd. A wolf in sheep's wool Glints in light,  Brusqueously slithers in the dark. Brought him in as an own, little had I known,  That, "he was a python I couldn't fathom" If at all hearts could once ever speak.

Drum beats rumble among ribs that once nested rotten hearts Fleshless lips rumble For where to kiss of what was that is no more.  Set candles up for a last sermon Break a decaying bread From crusted chalices of aged vine wine we sip For our sins have received atonement.

Thirteen down the road I sipped on a goblet of adulteries "That last gulp was the last",  I always say!  Tasted as honey at one bitter and crusted at thirteen  Thirteen down the road of life I sip on this goblet of adulteries.  At thirteen, on chains I sip I fight hard to break free A weak procrastinating heart,  keeps me back to sips.  A goblet that slithers in the dark lingers on my mind, All day all night with me everywhere I go  no tears left to cry,  There is no where to run.  I saw that was, that is and that, that is to come Was pleasure, a burden now and  This goblet I wanna break free from,  Will be the end of me.  Though my heart cries out for liberty This goblet has become one with me,  Can one break up with a kindred? #drugshapana @juliuscseguya