I
am a creature of the night
Living in shadows and alleys
Surviving off those worse off than me
Begging to those who have more for a dime
My head aches from the dying nerves in my
teeth
Hands are chapped and burned from sun and
cold
The hate I spew is merely the hate I receive
You hate me
I hate myself
This is a series composed of art and what I call micro-verse. I attempt to augment the art through words written spontaneously to match that art. Micro-verse is meant to take you to a deeper place of meaning within the art. If the images and words are offensive, just remember that not all art is meant to be cute. Some is meant to make you think and sometimes to even take offense.
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