"There is no hell or heaven" Painting

How do we know that we don't die in fact when we are born? You are a small piece of a man,you're a smile,you live,you're tiny, growing little by little,you are protected You are born,you fall,you cry,the warmth fades away,so as you're protection. Welcome to hell little children! We are dirt,water,we are soul.Life eats you from the inside,People struggle to to bring you at you're top,you become they're best,you grow. While growing,you spot many sad faces,so as you become. Within you comes out all the evil and the good ***within you leaves the kindness, and you remain a black soul,so you look for happiness,you look for love everywhere,you lose yourself. Slowly you sew your wounds and make a deal with the devil inside you,understanding that the heaven within your life vanished somewhere, after 9 months of life hell sticks to you,it is near you,all around you,monsters,hate... He sees you,he sees you from everywhere and you run,trying to hide,you give up ,you stand ,you're turning crazy you're flesh,bones,you are dirt,you are a tree You are a tree,your roots hide corpses,you have died so many times inside your soul,you're drying yourself. The whine in your glass vanishes,the death follows you from every corner,you feel it in the air ,it's behind you,in your mind,it obsesses you but anyway,sometimes you want to lift it with your arms and kiss it as light kisses the cold black dirt,you want silence... You cling with great branches other glances,smiles,you drown in time. But one day it got silent all of a suden.The man is a little more possesive,he is wearing a smoking,he charms you,he makes you forgive,forgive that it goes away,until one day you realise that you float and that only ashes,bones,and meat have remained from you,worms that burn your flesh with starving large mouths,deamons and angels rise within you,and build what you actualy are:a pile of rotten meat .Who are you?Where is heaven ,where is hell? you cling to fake gods your entire life ,You carve on your body old man faces,carved faces, you buy tickets for a train towards death every day,you walk on ilussions,you forget about yourself. You are lost in your own grave,you squirm inside yourself,you are traped,you are dead inside,where are you?Who are you? Who are your gods? You are hypnotised. They!All of them around you extinguished cigarettes on your skin and turned your mind and body into ash,you've indoctrinated yourself ,they painted faces of saints and gods inside you,and you are afraid of hell,heaven,the life beyond. Open your room's !You don't know whats behind it,so is death,you don't know what hides under it's cloath,it is getting dark, and silent... They gave you life ,and you walked on black and cold dirt,on stones,on water,on grass,this is your heaven and your hell ,look inside yourself,what can you see? Nebula is a continuous representation of elements, which are born white thoughts but also the strong deep and darkest ways.

Painting:Ink on Cardboard

Original:One-of-a-kind Artwork

Size:11.8 W x 19.7 H x 0.2 D in

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