Demise Set Twice
An artist dies twice, once from soul, and the last when his vessel is cold as ice. Death of the soul is the death of life, the death you see with your own eyes. The death of the body is part of your pact on this earth, but once your soul dies, your art bleeds, and your heart cries, cries for the end of your beginning, for finding yourself in the strokes of your brush, in the strums of warm rush. A person dies twice, for he lives for his life’s purpose, till the pact’s demise.
















