Lie to me, tell me something beautiful.

I do not want to look inside of me because all I feel is pain and tragedy.

The stars in the country sky glisten like tears in the illimitable dark.

I want so much and nothing from this life.

When I deep down in the maze-like mastic emerald woods

I feel death crawling inside my veins.

Solace apricity somniferous facade lined by the edges of your dead lit eyes.

Cut open and bleed the sun from the strait that was like us, pouring mere youth to subliminal death.

I love another and not myself, I love another I am nothing; that is left.

That love would not even breath to me, that love would never care to see.

Apotheosis is in my air able-bodied I am not fair.

That is what love is a faceless mask taken off and traded for another reality.

Though I thought of so much more. Blind I passed and closed the door.

No more, did it echo. The emotion was gone, so was all my being which was good.

I was a particle of perfect evil. I was the perfect me, the one you would close your eyes to see.

”A real artist will never let you down they lived in hell’s paradise.”

Poetry by Vanessa Matic
Painting by Sis Josip ”Hell’s Paradise”