This feeling inside I can't contain.
Soon will burst along with my vein.
The art of my own crimson red.
Will stain the floors when I'm dead.
This art of mine I can't hold it in.
For I want to share this art with everyone.
Why must I want to show it.
But noone will understand it.
It is my own pain and suffering that has caused this.
Now I want everyone to see this art.
That I have created for people like you to see.
My art may look like your art but it won't be the same.
For this is my art and you have your own art.
This is mine to share and maybe for yours to hide.
But once it is seen it won't happen again.
It will be the first and last time for me.
