Art

He covers himself with art,
With hopes to run away from her
He hides all his wounds and marks,
With hopes to make her memories, a blur.

Alas! His eyes don't lie anymore,
He just doesn't feel the same, now
Being away from her, does hurt him to his core,
He still tries to not let his head bow.

He tries to replace her with a million,
With hopes to run away from her spark
He marches to every cotillion,
In hopes to forget each one of her arch.

Alas! His needs fail to fill,
For t'is her, his truest need
Being away from her does his heart, kill
Along with this, his thorough greed.

He tries to shut his brain off,
With hopes to run away from the her shiny eyes
He tries to empty his heart in a cough,
With hopes to numb all his own, cries.

Tired now, he walks to the cliff,
With hopes to run away from her touch
Looking down, he takes his final whiff,
With hopes to slip, this emotional clutch.