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part five of the six part series death of a muse
i been poured out, bottled up, same glass, different spirit you was scripture on my tongue, now i’m scared to hear it we got echoes in the room, but silence feel the loudest love was holy in your hands, now it tremble when you doubt it i been sketching what we was, but the lines don’t ever stay every color that was us start to wash and run away i could frame you in my mind, make a masterpiece of pain but the canvas keep on crying, so i wipe you out again and i pray for you , like every night i wanna drink you down like wine and i pray for you , like every night i wanna drink you down like wine i love you like a vice, hate you like a habit miss you in the morning, by the night i can’t stand it you the sweetest contradiction i been tryna reconcile every goodbye taste bitter, every hello taste like a trial i want you out my life, but the door won’t ever close got your ghost in every corner, in the air my body knows i could free myself from you, let the vintage finally breathe but i’m drunk on what we were, and sobriety don’t feel like me and i pray for you , like every night i wanna drink you down like wine and i pray for you , like every night i wanna drink you down like wine so i paint you in the dark, let the shadows take your shape then i blur you with my tears, let the portrait disintegrate you was art i couldn’t keep, now you something i outgrew death of a muse taste like truth and it still taste just like you it tastes like you…
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mm, this one runs on two addictions at once. the wine and the canvas. and it seems like the canvas is talking to the painter on one hand, the canvas keeps crying about it, and i think it’s because the canvas knows the truth, that there was too much pain that maybe the painter’s not ready to accept. like frfr the canvas might be your best friend looking out for you. because “i’m drunk on what we were,” that’s exactly what it is, the nostalgia of it all. and “sobriety don’t feel like me,” that’s interesting. and in the end it says the truth, the truth doesn’t leave just because you cleared the surface. so wiping it away cleared it, but the canvas is crying because of that. (and now i know why you were asking about wine today.) 🤎
Incredible! This one is sooo dang good!