anxiety and worry · Digital drawing · pain and suffering · poetry · Portraits

Now that you. . .

. . .

are not worth my time anymore.

Since I did pry to try.

Ever I have been faithfully,

at your mercy.

What more really I can get out of your cage.

Anxiety of my Annie.

You will always stay true,

nor either leave me.

You would and will always be my skin.

Depression of my Diana,

sure I can make you leave out of me,

to enter into my own dojo at the subterranean level of my mind.

Manic madness of my MJ,

You can make all of those who would have been in,

yet to focus you in a way. . .

I can make a life in efforts of concentrated unlimited fuel.



®Artsydhude 97-18

™XENOphagz, XenoGrapx

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