It's a secret art A hidden talent The amount of time and precision I put into it Hiding the tools from others so they cant know Waiting for the right moment Turning the pale, beautiful canvas into a bleeding portrait Picasso would be proud of Dwelling over it for days Spending every night Planning when and how The torture builds up until your creativity explodes Hands trembling Body numb and your brain gone but you are still able to create those strategic lines on the pale **** canvas