We Are What We Eat / Poem

We Are What We Eat

he ran away to smoke his worries,
to pen vividly his stories.
his expression made him suffer,
but so much he had to offer.
if you read between the tears,
you will run into his fears.
he whole muse he would devote
to his depression. he wrote:

'i carve my sorrows on a plate
and feed the whole world.
we are what we eat,
after all, that's what we're told.
that is why we're all depressed,
always crying, feeling stressed.
we as artists long for sadness,
the main component of our madness.'

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Luka.