By: Gus Victoria
Unseen lyrics and unheard melodies
Skitter across the shattered expanse
Of a bewildered mind
Wild with emotion
Lost in thoughts
Crowded with devotions
To ideal and art
Beyond the eye it cannot see
Beyond its own it cannot be
For the mind is decayed
Drunk on its own imagination
The ink yet flows from the pen
And the paint from the brush.
At what cost creation I ask,
At what cost the destructive forces
That in a hurricane build
And in a gentle breeze demolish
The incipient sanity of the artist
That from his mind has just escaped.
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