I have nothing to do with words now My pen died burried in dungeon Whatever i craft either beyond society Or controversy, because Most dangerous thing in tis world Isn't weapons but the art of divine When you go deep into art You lost everything, left empty But joy is tremendous Every second is orgasm like feel Useless for world, useful for artists Emptiness of tis, neither bread nor quench hunger, even not penny earn Its hard to say bye bye to the art and words Let's be the fucking mediocre society To run behind the money endlessly OPEN FOR COLLAB✨ #ATbookpages • A Challenge by Aesthetic Thoughts! ✨ Collab with your soulful words.✨ • Must use hashtag: #aestheticthoughts • Please maintain the aesthetics.
