Psychosis Scribblings

by Maple Tree   Sep 12, 2016


My thoughts become;

Acid upon a window pane

deep from the depths of my soul,

paint chipping, flesh, splatters

like a stinging rain storm.

These moths will consume the air that I breathe-

soon Ill become the painting

you stare at nightly,

and those voices

shall become real....

very real.

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  • 9 years ago

    by Mahal Ko Kuya Ko

    Wow! Really, really dark! This piece is darkly sad and the title really sums up the content of this piece.

    These moths will consume the air that I breathe-

    ^^
    Oh, how I adore this line...

    Great job! Take care!

    --- MKKK

  • 9 years ago

    by Brenda

    Andrea, interesting write, I loved the imagery you put out. A person losing their mind-brilliant as always-loved it!

  • 9 years ago

    by Milly Hayward

    Wonderful piece. I think this is one of my favourites, different from your usual subject matter. Loved it Millyx

  • 9 years ago

    by Dean Kuch

    This has a very eerie ambiance about it, Andrea.
    I enjoyed this immensely.
    Old paintings and portraits I have always found to be rather creepy for some reason, especially if the subject is deceased.
    Excellent writing.
    ~Dean

  • 9 years ago

    by Em

    Andrea, what wonderful, vivid yet somewhat disturbing imagery only because of the
    'paint chipping, flesh, splatters

    like a stinging rain storm.'
    ^^
    This imagery is wow.. Shows how hurt this person is and how they feel unworthy, my interpretation anyway.

    All the best, Em

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