Colours

My papers and
My colour pencils
In front of of me
Give me a rubber
To kill my mad fantasy
My new created
Pseudo reality
Is the only thing
In my life
Where I want to be
My creation of
A new identity
Born on the paper
Strong and healthy
As only a God can be
My design of
A perfect woman
To live with me
Young and beautiful
In colours of purity
My drawings of
Her perfect body
In front of me
Ready to satisfy
My morbid insanity