War of Art

There is something for all of us on the other side
Something special, deceive us and we will come to find
That all the evils that we know so happen to correspond
With everything we've ever wanted; that's no surprise
Its in that moment that you hear
That little something that tells you not to fear
It promised that throughout the years,
That it would never let me stray, I listened
and it got me here,
Stuck in fear
Of Lucifer's work of art
On the artistic pulse of every artist's heart
The every thing that they used to not fall apart
Is now a tool of soliciting innocents to the dark..
Corners of their mind
So many Questions,
Answers impossible to find
Laughter to sweeten their demise
accompanied by tears that that bleed from dry eyes.
So they stand. Alone.
To face the reality of the those close to home
Only to realize that they're just a clone
of the superficial artifacts that easily brittles bones.
But yet they smile...
At the knowledge that their homes are miles apart
And the War of Art will not be left in the dark.