ArtByShleavis

ArtByShleavis

I wear my weird soul like a patch on my sleeve,
My heart’s got holes in it just like a sieve
Death is glorious - when I’m dead,
Hope you don’t grieve…
I’m only passin’ through
Long overdue
For sweet reprieve

An interstellar entity in a suit
Made of blood
And meat,
I photograph
What strikes my fancy,
Then make it look like
What I seent.

I try to lift
The veil for you
And if you squirm because the view
‘S less comfortable
Than you’re used to-
mission accomplished
I is You.