Bloody Art

Sometimes, moments of anger can make beautiful art..

Unproven

Why do you want me to live in your definition of happiness? As if I have no other choice, I oblige. But time is ticking and I'm shedding skin. I don't know what will be left of me when I finish all my courtesy. Sometimes, I feel your fear more than your love. It feeds me its sickness.. I dishevel choking on my pain. I can't let you prove my weakness. I'd calm you, but I couldn't forsake my cell.. My only shelter.. You must forgive me.