I am a Canvas and I am the Sun.

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic
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Submitted: October 17, 2011

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Submitted: October 17, 2011




I am powerful and addictive. I require no subscription.
I erupt like a volcano to reproduce euphoric sensations
that fuels the anatomy's liberation from oppression.
I am egotistical. I am God but I am never Satan.
My powers pulverise the general populace and
asphyxiates minds like a totalitarian regime.
Diluting responsibility I gain from vulnerability
crunching up reality and distorting the truths.
But I am also the Sun. I will always be exposed:
enlightening, illuminating and igniting moods
to cover the blooming malignant tumours growth.
Now I have transformed into a canvas. I have been
covered in blood and tar. The colour of purity has
haemorrhaged and the brushes paint malevolence.
I am fragile. I only measure 3 inch by 3 inch.
The vultures penetrate the canvas scavenging
and tearing out morals and principles like a
gluttonous society. I now resemble dry blood.




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