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A scream,
A cry,
into the endless sky,
wanting,
needing,
praying,
for something.
A feeling,
of waves,
break upon the shores,
erasing messages,
long written in time,
now never more.
crying,
begging,
pleading,
praying for the art to stay,
lost in the fray,
always their,
but never found,
all that is left,
a scream,
a cry,
into the endless sky,
wanting,
needing,
praying,
for that something to come home.
A cry,
into the endless sky,
wanting,
needing,
praying,
for something.
A feeling,
of waves,
break upon the shores,
erasing messages,
long written in time,
now never more.
crying,
begging,
pleading,
praying for the art to stay,
lost in the fray,
always their,
but never found,
all that is left,
a scream,
a cry,
into the endless sky,
wanting,
needing,
praying,
for that something to come home.
![Theory ]|[: Rip It Apart](https://images-wixmp-ed30a86b8c4ca887773594c2.wixmp.com/f/9757d496-239b-46c5-baea-6873cbfe9b3d/dcokadv-a307a729-095a-45f9-9699-c7f1cec87610.png/v1/crop/w_184,h_184,x_0,y_31,scl_0.15333333333333,q_70,strp/theory______rip_it_apart_by_joeyjazz_dcokadv-92s-2x.jpg?token=eyJ0eXAiOiJKV1QiLCJhbGciOiJIUzI1NiJ9.eyJzdWIiOiJ1cm46YXBwOjdlMGQxODg5ODIyNjQzNzNhNWYwZDQxNWVhMGQyNmUwIiwiaXNzIjoidXJuOmFwcDo3ZTBkMTg4OTgyMjY0MzczYTVmMGQ0MTVlYTBkMjZlMCIsIm9iaiI6W1t7ImhlaWdodCI6Ijw9MjAwMCIsInBhdGgiOiJcL2ZcLzk3NTdkNDk2LTIzOWItNDZjNS1iYWVhLTY4NzNjYmZlOWIzZFwvZGNva2Fkdi1hMzA3YTcyOS0wOTVhLTQ1ZjktOTY5OS1jN2YxY2VjODc2MTAucG5nIiwid2lkdGgiOiI8PTEyMDAifV1dLCJhdWQiOlsidXJuOnNlcnZpY2U6aW1hZ2Uub3BlcmF0aW9ucyJdfQ.P8zoRABjGRpQxDNVTyZj1mq5kskn7ZLQhmia0KAk9JE)
![Theory ]|[: Rip It Apart](https://images-wixmp-ed30a86b8c4ca887773594c2.wixmp.com/f/9757d496-239b-46c5-baea-6873cbfe9b3d/dcokadv-a307a729-095a-45f9-9699-c7f1cec87610.png/v1/crop/w_92,h_92,x_0,y_15,scl_0.076666666666667,q_70,strp/theory______rip_it_apart_by_joeyjazz_dcokadv-92s.jpg?token=eyJ0eXAiOiJKV1QiLCJhbGciOiJIUzI1NiJ9.eyJzdWIiOiJ1cm46YXBwOjdlMGQxODg5ODIyNjQzNzNhNWYwZDQxNWVhMGQyNmUwIiwiaXNzIjoidXJuOmFwcDo3ZTBkMTg4OTgyMjY0MzczYTVmMGQ0MTVlYTBkMjZlMCIsIm9iaiI6W1t7ImhlaWdodCI6Ijw9MjAwMCIsInBhdGgiOiJcL2ZcLzk3NTdkNDk2LTIzOWItNDZjNS1iYWVhLTY4NzNjYmZlOWIzZFwvZGNva2Fkdi1hMzA3YTcyOS0wOTVhLTQ1ZjktOTY5OS1jN2YxY2VjODc2MTAucG5nIiwid2lkdGgiOiI8PTEyMDAifV1dLCJhdWQiOlsidXJuOnNlcnZpY2U6aW1hZ2Uub3BlcmF0aW9ucyJdfQ.P8zoRABjGRpQxDNVTyZj1mq5kskn7ZLQhmia0KAk9JE)
Ever seance i can't draw i have this horrid fleeting feeling, siting their taunting me in a manner, i feel rather ashamed to call my self a small time artist, and the only thing that keeping me aloft is poem's yet they seem to die out to, so i guess this poem is a reflection of that, how i feel in my most dire times =/ ))
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