I am not a worthless piece of art.
I am God's Masterpiece.

Our sins are chained to hell
Latter we burn in flames
Back to earth with flammable bodies
Destructive;  we all agree to live by
Hell on earth and heaven in no ones' heart
Chains are caught with fire
The earth is blazing and burning
We are living!

She found a new friend in the clinic room.
Her favourite appointment every other day.

Life is unattended with no one to talk with, nothing else to do.
A little comfort from each session, and still goes on with complaints.

No one knows what is going on in her head...
The pain in her body won't leave her.

Every other day, she is still ignored.
She is still unnoticed.

We're naive enough to be together.
We aren't afraid of losing love.

Push and pull, is that all you want to do?

I'm just a heavy object you push and pull.
The noise is LOUD, I am unclear of your kooky activity.

I sit heavily on your mind, aren't you going to crack.
Talk me up so we can laugh it off together.

Forget it, I'll just listen to my music.

Vulnerable strokes.
Fine lines, uneven lines, thick lines.
All my flaws and imperfection, you can see.
Yet you told me it was beautiful.

Read me.

Read my world.
Read my language.

Read me in a second.
Read me and re-read me again.

Read me like your favourite book,
you placed in your fancy bookshelf.

Read me half way,