The shades that spread on the canvas As the ear gets slashed Aren’t your colors Vincent. Aren’t you making a flagellant of yourself When you scribble your name In the corners of the aberrations that were Borne as the consciousness…
Poem
The shades that spread on the canvas As the ear gets slashed Aren’t your colors Vincent. Aren’t you making a flagellant of yourself When you scribble your name In the corners of the aberrations that were Borne as the consciousness…
