This canvas talks in tongues

Far unrecognizable.


I've been torn down and stripped

To a point,

And all the kings men

Couldn't put it back together again.


It's just another Icarus storyline,

Where these buildings shine like the sun,

And my wings were my pride.

And everything tumbles to the ground

And becomes intertwined,

Like so many wrinkles in time,

And all of this wasted talent that used to be mine.


These buildings are razorblades.

Concrete and steel pierce my veins.


I've traded my brushes for needles

To help dull the pain.

I'm lost in euphoria.

Broken

Shattered

Defeated.


My pride spills onto the floor,

Slowly connecting each linoleum tile

Linked forever by my failures