piece of art

you might have gone to an art library and seen one of the paintings you have never looked at before, you might have waited for a while to appreciate its beauty and then you see someone who is just passionate about it. you feel the fire growing and then you are left to wonder what was in it to feel so much about.
you fell in love with one the last time your eyes laid and there is a charisma in it that captivates you and behold a little too tight. you are looking at it when the world is all blurred with whispers of its darkness. You are lost in it because each part of your body wants to be stuck next to it to enhance the beauty of pain you have never seen before, it makes you happy you want to feel it more deeply in your soul as it is the only thing you have longed for most
peace
it brings solace to your blood, it brings joy at the null place of body you could never find yourself. It might hurt your ego but it undeniably completes you. Soon to realize your pain is not worth the price of ruining its beauty

When you let it go off you feel the urge to be back at it, staring and then you see a reflection of a hollow void deep inside you cutting through every healed scar. You start questioning if this is all worth the pain. You try to run far away from your demons which have been awakened by this, little do you know that they are at last yours and they will try to ruin the painting so much beloved by you. Now you are back at the painting closely staring to see and realize it has many admirers but they don't have a reflection. They are not as much as captivated as you but that's what admirers are for. They don't have the same passion as you they are not scared of ruining it because all they are trying to do is get a hold of the painting and yet again you see your hand has been gripped harder than before with the absence of fear of ruining itself. now you hold the painting with your eyes to see if they share the same wounds as you. Only to realize they hurt deeper than before to both.