Artwork description:

Hope, oh maleficent temptress fair,
Guide me through this darkness, if you care.
Oh, divine intervention, please save me,
From her thorny touch that pains so gravely.
Her eyes deceive, her smile a wicked tease,
She is no ally, but a foe to appease.
She whispers 'When a door closes, it closes a door
nothing waits for you but more pain and death evermore'.

Why bleed one's life to the very end?
Rob dreams away, watch life descend,
Each day reborn, only to perish again,
A tragic cycle, a never-ending bane.

A shadow of sorrow casts its gloom,
Follows, overwhelms, seals my doom.
Nyx's grief engulfs, pulls me below,
Quicksand-like, I struggle, desperate to show
That I'm reaching out, begging for aid,
But no hand reaches back, my cries fade.
If a forest hears tears, yet none offer solace,
Does pain lose its truth, its sacred place?

Cursed by gods, hounded by vengeful furies,
Their screeches haunt both waking and slumbering worries.
The stench of dead dreams clings to their withered skin,
Oozing pus, is a symbol of countless sins.

Ghosts of dreams past, haunting day and night,
Lurk in shadows, waiting for me to rest, to take flight.
They taunt with regrets, with joys once held dear,
With losses suffered, and victories disappeared.

The closer contentment draws near my grasp,
The faster it crumbles, a cruel, transient clasp.
Sadness fills my lungs, disappointment courses through my veins,
My heart, fragile porcelain, shattered by my own pains.
How can one mend that which was created broken,
An anomaly, a defect, a life's cruel token?

Absolution, don't want, but rest I yearn to embrace,
To slumber 'til eternity, this endless race.
Escape the web of dreams and expectations so vast,
Just a respite, a peaceful slumber, until the sun breathes its last.

I wear a mask of sangrias, deceit in my eyes,
Lying to myself in a quest for truths I despise.
How can I express the ache, the anguish I keep,
Oh, help me find words, concise and deep.

Like a moth drawn to a destructive flame's allure,
I find solace in sorrow, feeling most secure.
The light extinguished long ago, a mere empty shell,
Life's game, once failed, in this gloom I dwell.

I take life's blessings for granted, it's true,
Trapped by memories, self-loathing, and rue.
Bound by the grief of shattered dreams untold,
Yet, through it all, a glimmer of hope I hold.

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Photo Baryta luster Fine Art 320gsm

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