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Born twice,in 1893 and 1984
I’m Scandinavian and Scottish, a mix of all four
I’m the very definition of an eye sore,
And when someone mentions me, that’s the only time you’ll hear me
So say it only once and say it clearly
If art reflects life
I already exist, housed in a frame
Slapped on canvas, stemming from the right side of the brain
A picture of pain, surreal but nearly talks
With no leash of sorts, it’ll take your imagination for walks
Return tickets for trips down memory lane, as a lonesome corpse
Isolated, with back to the ocean
What you see is waves of emotion, and a cold shoulder
That is beyond frozen, it’ll never melt as it gets older
The only time I see life, is in the eye of the beholder
Like a Norwegian soldier, ‘cos that image will march
Right into your psyche to a place that’s darker than dark
It’s a grey matter, of the brain that’ll be lost to the art
It carves out a part, that you’ll lose forever
Just one looks’ all that’s needed, to tattoo your retinas
Two people stared so long I got tired of waiting
They don’t talk to me, ‘cos I told them to dive into this painting
Pondering to go off the rails and to drown from hating
And it’s all my fault for making, misery look like a scream
Where one emotion steals the scene, I even became hot property
In the hands of crooks but they returned me and treated me properly
Museum security measures were sloppily, put in place
I returned from the death, but nothing has changed this face
The canvas still aches, if you ever look close enough, it’s faint
But you’ll see streaks near the eyes, mixing up the paints
Almost sick of its oily fate, wanting to shut down the brushed medulla
As if abject sadness wants to use tear drops, to become a water-colour
But the source is never brighter nor duller, it simply stays the same
With every passing year I wizen
The sun sets near the top of the frame, in a burning horizon
A bright future cuts the skies n’ yet, there’s only one face
On Edvard Munchs’ diamond
‘The Scream’