Art is a product of inspiration - it's a quintessence of feelings, emotions, thoughts; it comes from these intangible "fabrics" and is destined to inspire others passing them those #emotions and creating new ones
"She was a whore...
With crowds standing in a row
To get some pleasure in a bed
Among the pillows...bloody red...
Kissing plump lips in wild lust
That know no hatred, nor disgust,
Giving them all consuming pleasure
And her young body shining treasure.
To ultimately being thrown
With broken... every single bone.
...but soul intact...
Even a #whore does have a #soul
That's holding life as a charcoal
Shining alone in the night
With light so dazzling and so bright!
...that can't be as a body fucked..."