down the hatch
and a little further
down the spiral
my heart tends to drown itself
but it’s on borrowed time
you see
ain’t nothing ever really endless
just drawn out
like the morose portrait
I have become
but the paint ain’t dry yet
and this picture ain’t pretty
just gotta keep on
moving these colors around
ain’t got too much time
but just enough brightness
those few jubilant shades
pick up the brush and
fix this fucking thing
I always thought it was more of a mosaic anyway
chaos can be
gorgeous
when you let it
lift you Up
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