Colored Shapes Fill The Canavass
As Terrifying Forms.
Drawn, All in Mixed Colors,
Whenever tried to beautify them,
Devils Kept on dripping down the brush.
Who makes the world weird
Hidding behind the colors?
Are colors the Successors or representatives
of some terrible truth?
I kept the brush washed
to keep my life from getting colored.
Are human emotions green?
Is nature Green?
Is nature's green also guise?
could easily detect empty emotions on the painted faces.
Let's not color the picture of life.
On the canavass, invisible forms of voidness
blossomed.
It is always risky to seek the soul
That throws away the mask
The risk of enjoyable emotions
