The blood of what fills "Art"

Sustains me,

Controls me,

And tames me for another day in this world

Another day to survive the lies, the heartache, the pain

The blood filled with the history of a world

To broad to obtain

I dream of this world,

A place where our words are lyrical with healing,

A land filled with hopefuless and feelings,

A home of a wholesome being,

My heaven.

This war will continue

There is nothing we can do

But change the outcome

One heart at a time.

The blood of Art

Will sustain us

Rearrange us

It will change us

And will prepare us for another day in this world.