This canvas talks in tonguesFar unrecognizable.I’ve been torn down and strippedTo a point,And all the kings menCouldn’t put it back together again.It’s just another Icarus storyline,Where these buildings shine like the sun,And my wings were my pride.And everything tumbles to the groundAnd becomes intertwined,Like so many wrinkles in time,And all of this wasted talent that used to be mine.These buildings are razorblades.Concrete and steel pierce my veins.I’ve traded my brushes for needlesTo help dull the pain.I’m lost in euphoria.BrokenShatteredDefeated.My pride spills onto the floor,Slowly connecting each linoleum tileLinked forever by my failures.