Charcoal on the Hand Made paper.

Its beautiful and confusing.
I will find my way.

I m drowning in ma own sound.

I m in a game and the rules are simple

I look around and everything looks so dark
the colours have been removed,
the sound is heavy in this colourless world
I look around and everything looks so dark
there is a spider running around me,
with my eyes fixed on it,
My head spins , my eyes hurt

I close my eyes, and see your face and i smile,
slowly the life drains out of me

I m in a game and the rules are simple
If i smile i die,

And I smile, each and every moment of my life.