complex feelings complicate when spoken in the same pattern as the poem, "complex" is pronounced as a noun (e.g. a persecution complex, a martyr complex)

rip a hole out from my throat visceral imagery coupled by the fact most of the references to illness point to GERD, something that can erode your throat lining if not treated

just to make a salient point acting on spite

dirty laundry’s all to see literally dysfunction, metaphorically airing out dirty laundry for the sake of art, to seem more vulnerable and "real"

soaking hands until it prunes makes the meaning of the previous line literal

bloodied tears that never dries describing blood, (sweat), and tears as an art medium that's consistently worked on

visionary from my dreams a mythical, dream-like figure that is unattainable

as they fight to keep it clean framing the act as self-righteous and nonconformist

about this poem i once vented to a friend that i felt like i was going nowhere in my life because i felt strongly about my starving artist persona. i am a staunch idealist and i would accept nothing less; but it is hindering my self-exploration and potential for growth. the constant self-flagellation comes strongest when i'm having a sudden influx of energy and determination. i don't push myself outwards but rather constantly contemplate inwards. that is my mortal sin.