CHAOTIC.

That's my way of art

Once in a no-where-time

I wasn't covered with shame, guilt and remorse

My father told me to cry

He told me

In the end of the day

Before breaking into stardust and flames

Stars shine

Before feeling a new day, clear shades of blue

Skies cry

So why don't I?

With a whisper in my hands, i want dark to stay a bit longer

Let my shooting star guide my fingers
I don't want my brain to get sober

I looked at my grave
With a sigh i cleaned the place
I remember my fear of melting without leaving a stain

If pain creates art
Then my stains are dark

I'm hurting

I say it everyday

But i threw red flowers all over the place.

Maybe pain can turn into a more beautiful way

To write with blood

To leave a stain

That's my way of art

I liked to fall apart

To cry, to rain drops of blood

That's my way of art, watch me tearing apart.