The Death of Van Gogh |
Issue 7
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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 |
ZACHARY FRIEDERICH
is an artist from New York. He dabbles in songwriting, photography, and poetry so far. |