A Living Art


Color me with shades of gold
It will fade and surely show
Cracks and holes that you hid
Imperfections that will always live
So color me with your brush
Be the artist that you must
But this canvas has been torn
A living art of depression's hold

Color me with shades of silver
Make me feel the ever-shiver
Plaster holes with one fine swoop
Once it dries it will surely give under
So color me with your paint
I'll be the art that doesn't remain
Watch this statue finally break
A living art of depression's saint

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