my papers and
my colour pencils
in front of of me
give me a rubber
to kill my mad fantasy

my new created
pseudo reality
is the only thing
in my life
where I want to be

my creation of
a new identity
born on the paper
strong and healthy
as only a God can be

my design of
a perfect woman
to live with me
young and beautiful
in colours of purity

my drawings of
her perfect body
in front of me
ready to sadisfy
my morbit insanity