Filling Up My Bath Again: cursed Art Poem by Adrian Jascha Tetzlaff

A shadow, many interpretations
A sign of darkness, the unknown,
A place to escape the heat as a trait, cold
A venue where you shouldn't live in but worshipped as a savior at the same time too

So what's the picture I'm trying to create?


A call of incentive conducts, many interpretations
A boost, driving your ego out of your own self-harming created world
A mirror that will show your tiny purpose every time
A curse that waits in the wings escaping your nightmares, but an already opened mouth waiting for his good-known friend.

So what's the color I'm using right now?


A human, many interpretations
A sign of social interactions
A living that only wants his own satisfaction
A contact that serves for hope, the only cost is his your own purpose

So what's the name of this piece of art?


A hand reaches for the glass, just another day, another dark mark(where was the switch when he needed it)
for an already broken living scared of the shadows, scared of the dark.