The Death of Van Gogh​

Issue 7

Our story begins
It begins at the end
As the paint does dry for the last time
In a field of wheat
I lay down to sleep
With a belly full of Pernod and a bullet
I wounded myself
So blame no one else
And if you fix me I will do it again
Oh, Theo
I want to let go
Of this pain I've felt for so long
A mind unmoored
And the scars that it bore
Left me heartbroken like Christ in the garden
The illusions may fade
But the sublime, it remains
The sadness will last forever
Oh, Theo
I want to let go
Of this pain I've felt for so long
If I could die like this
In your arms just like this
The sadness will last forever
The sadness will last forever

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ZACHARY FRIEDERICH
is an artist from New York. He dabbles in songwriting, photography, and poetry so far.

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