The Greatest Art of All

An eerie emotion that makes the solemn restless;

The eyes of the weak will falter and weep.

Let the bodies feel painless suffering -- Oh, please... oh, please.

The art that manifest from the conscious and faithful;

Lines, colors and shades of every emotion.

The sight of judgements, that makes the fearless, the dreadful.

Silence, all I hear is silence;

Not a single sound, mute all around.

Just looks, full of eyes, looks all around,

Submissive without action, through a glance then a false assumption.

The fear of painful suffering;

A fear that gives anguish with no remorse.

A fear agonizing without a purpose;

A fear that does not exist.

An art’s creation out of nothingness,

An emotion without an existence;

That is “The Greatest Art of All.”