To paint your pain and frame it, hang it on my wall.
The death of a gods manifestation
More love in the brushstroke I lay than most know their entire life
but put to rest the face of a muse is none more than that
like the siren that sings me home
shipwrecked in the tempest, yet at the eye of storms you sleep
an unparalleled beauty that will be the downfall of man
greed and jealousy put wind in the sails of your search party
you rest, you sleep, I will find you
set the gales upon me no wind will steer this ship off course.
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