Lines, squares, various shapes,
scattered in red,
all over this place.
Agony art,
that I cannot erase.
Darkness calls,
I’m in its embrace.

And this is all I’ll ever be,
a warning to society,
a forgotten prayer,
an empty plea,
an image of fragility.

Triangles, circles,
sketched in various ways,
painted with silver,
leaving a crimson embrace.
One of the million,
pointless mistakes!



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