Ready to Paint

Sad, cracked, lack
slow beat, no beat, beaten
one heart to break is much better
than a thousand pieces of a broken heart
the sound of pieces, sharp pieces
sounds like a rotten dream, lost between
the never end process of guilty
and the easy way to stay in the past, so filthy
the fingers broken and dirty
ready to paint
the awful destiny, set by the faith
of nothing good can remain
without chaos to help the calm and the insane

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