Despair
DESPAIR
Committee
I Am One Who pulls you down into a whirlpool of despair and doubts. One little thought is all I need to spin around and around in your head until you cannot think of anything else but your pain. Shadowy hands grab at your heart and pull it apart. A fist grabs around your throat. You cannot speak. You cannot think. You can only cry out in pain, choking until your eyes burst from crying and your heart breaks from your despair.
Posted by Angela |
This one speaks with words that are deeper than soul and dark. The words have a power of dark so great that they burst outward from their dark shell into the light within themselves. The words of the paint have power more than words of page and ink, and these words are not so easily silenced as the closing of a book. Your art speaks strong as your heart, so give it a microphone. Keep creating art, PLEASE. This world needs your visions.
June 2nd, 2007 | #