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New Book... Black

  • Writer: Marcus Nikos
    Marcus Nikos
  • May 1, 2025
  • 1 min read

Sheets of empty canvas


Untouched sheets of clay


Were laid spread out before me


As her body once did


All five horizons


Revolved around her soul


As the earth to the sun


Now the air I tasted and breathed


Has taken a turn

Oh and all I taught her was everything


Oh I know she gave me all that she wore


And now my bitter hands


Chafe beneath the clouds


Of what was everything


Oh the pictures have


All been washed in black


Tattooed everything


I take a walk outside


I'm surrounded by


Some kids at play


I can feel their laughter


So why do I sear


Oh, and twisted thoughts that spin


Round my head


I'm spinning


Oh, I'm spinning


How quick the sun can, drop away

And now my bitter hands


Cradle broken glass


Of what was everything


All the pictures had


All been washed in black


Tattooed everything


All the love gone bad


Turned my world to black


Tattooed all I see


All that I am


All I'll be

Yeah


I know someday you'll have a beautiful life


I know you'll be a star


In somebody else's sky


But why


Why


Why can't it be


Why can't it be mine

 
 
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