Acrylic Personality

I see a dusky reality that supports my artistry. I find you, brother, in that sandy place. Bring your gaze from my bossom, to my soulful eyes calling for release. I find you to be pleasant in a place that is oppressive, actually. Moving through a space can clear even the street of fair Germany. Look at my saber and know that it pierces me daily. I am not able to be complete to you, actually. Lies of omission are offensive in all industry, but I do not lie. I watch the chopping block and protect my LIMBS actually. Maybe ALL would like me to lose my head, but I will stay silent as the moon in a full and cloudy sky. Rockets red glare is you. Your artistry is in your memory. Start with ONE heartbeat and ONE paint dipped paintbrush.