Artist Statement:
Witnessing the consumption of a person through addiction and not being able to help is what no one should have to go through. And when they are gone all that is built up in your soul is grief. People who die from the disease of any addiction burn out like a candle.
You watch them deteriorate and destroy themselves. Soon they are cut off from your life. When your little it is hard to understand what is wrong with them. You loved them and you wanted to help. But there is not much you can do and that’s what is hard. So when they pass on you remember them in the light of which you loved them. A necklace worn around my neck everyday reminds me.
Bubbles.
Suffocate, tingle the mind
Burns strike the throat
Haze of loved ones so far away
Through your red rimmed eyes
We’re still here
Carry.
Weight of nameless drive
Flesh stings, pasted on glass bottles
Your poison swishes
Clinging to burlesque intoxication
We’re still here
Improper.
“I’m such a flawed man”
Blood is dry, no burning veins
Blacks of the eyes sink
Temptation stares
We’re still here
Alone.
Lone wolf howls at the pearl in blackness
Demons taunting inside, rattling
Fire scorched the beauty in your heart
Consumed.
Flashing Red white Red.
Consumed.
We’re still here
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