disintegration

I am an artist, and pain is my art. I write and make pieces straight from my heart. I put on the canvas reflections of my soul; without art I am nothing, with it I am whole My works are surely good, and I don't care what others say. I can see no flaws about it, though a foolish critic may; but a critic is a critic 'cause he can't make art himself, so he throws vile words of anger to great artists like myself But still I post my works online for the entire world to see: I want them to give me moments so like an artist I can feel. Come to me, oh inferior crowds, For I've made a masterpiece! The pain of love is always there