Tears

I've become nothing but an artist ghost town,

deprived of all the imaginative imagery needed to console this aching fragment of perfection I cuddle to sleep every night.

    My eyes are voids of emptified emotions and a summary of a perfect mirage of pain tainted by the very joy I held dear in your might.

  These legs no longer walk with pride but instead stride across every frantic expression of strength dressed in rags of disappointment,

fashioned with a smile that indeed depicts a true and distinct touch of sophisticated puppetry,

indeed am the victim of every story,

the ghost of every dreaming child who seeks to have it all

oh yes, I'm painfully shattered.

I chose to stand tall and fashion my career in your shadow,

lent to dream of magical happiness hidden in metaphorical tongues of pathetically perfected promises that you fed me, as you defiled and slept in my heavenly sanctified meadow.

  when you roused me to my very downfall you kissed my confidence with a poison that times fragile and gifted hands cannot cure,

you made me this broken,

  a tainted pathetic little fling whose legs you opened wide to feed your insatiable insanity, you're the reason am broken,

  a blessed joyful dream left so giftedly impure.

the dreamer who blindly trusted a father's hand to only love and protect,

and never not even once seek to harm or dissect,

  who gracefully walked down karma’s aisle with a bouquet of self-esteem dressed in garments of unbridled innocence and a purity too perfect.

A muse of sound innocence and sanity faint as a helpless youngling’s virginity doomed to be forcefully passed on to the winds of your immorality and unquenchable lust

Oh yes, I am the breathless little child whose self-image you pried open in a play of unceremonious matrimonial anatomy,

the amber to your pen's edge and the waters that momentarily quenched your quest to survive self-deprivation.

yes! I am the shattered, broken, and tainted born out of your selfish desires,

I am but a violent and imaginative eutopia dressed in the blood of man's habitual sin.

- Emmanuel Rayan Daka (The Red Inkheart)

- Tears

- Artwork Broken Art Print by @Mo T