Pride

I am an artist
I lied
I do not admire art
Art makes me sick
Because I only think of myself as an artist
Although I am still a skillful surgeon
Yet art is still fatally sick
I operated on it
I used rusty tools
I revived art
Therefore, I do not sleep peacefully
So, I step on everyone
As there is a dying world under me
Please forgive me
Because I am only a true artist in my dreams
I am desperate
Because art has no boundaries
Why should I be afraid?
Because I live for art
Why is my life so complicated?
Because art has two phases
My life is the same forwards and backwards
I lied
I am part of the audience