See the Art in Me

My arms are stretched out but twas the last gasp
Everything was torn down in a snap
what’s left is the shock from the collision
Everything’s beyond redemption
Rejection at its best overthrow

The wind hurled and the pieces have gone scattered
A loss of words is better than diversion unhindered
Now its beyond relivable, release at last
Death’s result is non-restriction

To satisfy such request I’m losing my regrets
Drown in the denial at its best
You, yes you killed yourself
There can only be blank stares
to attempts of false images of you