i know the blessings which i hold
the wondrous beauty to draw the eye
the sensational creativity to stray the mind
and extreme talent even if its raw
alas every good has its bad
every saint has been damned
every gift comes with a curse
beauty coupled with dread
in this sick sadistic mind
creative ways behold
the darkest ambitions yet
and the inescapable torture
of recurring depression's utter control
my talent?
bursting at the seams they hold...
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