Making
A
Scrap
Of
Art,
If
You
Can
Even
Start,
Is
A
Rocky
Ride,
Attempting
To
Express
What
Dwells
Inside.
Few
Will
Care
For
What
You
Dare
To
Exhibit
Out
There
In
The
Cold,
If
Ever
You
Should
Be
So
Bold.
What
The
Hell,
I’m
Here
To
Tell
You
Without
Doubt,
Silence
Is
Death,
But
Art
Is
Breath,
So
Proceed
To
Shout
It
Out.