Malik Seven Navarre
My Masterpiece Is Me - Poem by Malik Seven Navarre
My stand up is my bed.
My paintbrush is a razor.
My paint is colored crimson red.
My body is the paper.
My friend, a fellow artist.
My friend who's not to sure.
If paper should she target
Should she strike it where it pours.
My artwork is a secret.
My secret is my hell.
And I intend to keep it
But to my dismay, I failed.
My display board, a coffin.
My fans, my family.
My secret may be lost but still,
My Masterpiece Is Me.
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