FRAMED

WHY ART THOUGH?..
WHAT DO YOU SEE INSIDE?..
DON'T YOU JUST SEE..
BUT TRY TO РЕNЕTRATE IN YOUR BONES..
HOW THINGS HAD GONE DOWNHILL..
CAN YOU FATHOM OUT THE DEPTH?..
THE SCREAMS, THE SHADOWS WE TELL..
WE'RE WILLING TO COME OUT..
BUT ARE CONFINED TO THE LIMITS OF TIME..
IN EVERY WAY WE TRIED..
TO SHARE THE UNTOLD, UNABRIDGED..
THE EYES THAT ARE GLINTING BUT DRY..
LIPS THAT STAYED TIGHT-LIPPED..
NUMBED HANDS APPROACHING..
TOWARDS THE MAN WHO BUILT. STORIES IN HIS OWN WILL..
PEOPLE SEE AND LIONIZE..
THEY STAY STILL AMD GET ENTICED..
THERE HE'S GONE, COMES ANOTHER PASSERBY..
NEVER FALL FOR OUR BEAUTY, OUR VIBRANCE..
KNOW THAT BEHIND EVERY STROKE OR SMUDGE LIES A STORY, AND YOU'RE UNAWARE OF IT..

n.ali