In my eyes, it's falling apart. The sound of shredding flesh and the taste of sick: two people unashamed. There is no one else. It's just us two figments of imagination black out at the stroke of eight I fall asleep in your mouth: I taste blood and your mouth tastes like an ocean -- It's never ending spray. I am a shadow--I am a silhouette. To be unseen or seen: two who see me and know what they want. They stare into me and see hell on their canvas. They leave a stain--a crack in my soul: I tear myself open to restart the show again--I'm standing naked trembling in another world, watching shadows through a window of glass, bleeding out on the street outside crying now screaming, then running away from everyone (the way I always run away) holding myself together
An oil painting 30x40, combined with AI animation.
