I saw you
At your peak
That day
Colours
Brushes
Landscapes lay.
Now in pain
Your dirty
Fingernails
Tattered hair
Cosmetic
Stains.
Julia
Where did it
Go wrong ?
Those gifted
Hands
Will so strong.
Julia
I loved your
Smile
Did you leave it
In a long lost
Mile. ?
Too many visits
To that drug den
To inspire visions
Instead a Hell
Your vibrant voice
Is but a croak
Sunken eyes
An addictive cloak.