Vincent's Sky

I heard… he was higher than the starry sky he painted a genius’ stroke with a sable red brush dipped in white opium dust of pain hidden from the mirror’s occupant agony twisted darker than the starry canvas concealed behind glistening constellations of doubt to live or die the artist painted Vincent’s Sky I know… the piercing pain of abandoned nights allegations echoing the deeds of a sinner bearing track marks on rawboned arms chained to opium’s ether blinding sodium vapor stars broken asphalt lulling my dreams to live or die straining to enter Vincent’s Sky