Let the pen spill all its ink, and have it spread and weaken the links of this paper.
Let the art begin to enfold on its canvas, and have it enclave its disaster.
Let the poison run its course and inspire through your veins, faster and faster.
Let your arms fall down by your side, and forget why you fell down lied to.
Let music enslave your mind, and escape yourself to seem redefined.
Let your own paint lay a picture, you are freed from your figure.