It comes in the void of my chest, In the silent dryness of my motionless lips, In being seen and left alone, Begging for attention, for a canvas On which to paint my love in Rainbow shades, then to be showered with foreign Color: joy, guilt, lust, depression.
I want it all on meβto be the subject Of one's art, to have it all Flood my ears and hug my very Existenceβto have my body justified By the gruesome secrets that hide.