My eyes go to the painting
something has been illuminated
and inside the figures dance
They look at me fixedly and enlarge.
My body weighs less
I feel that I rise
the warhol pistols
without ammunition
the situation is clouded in my brain
surrounded by looks
somewhat blurred
and I admit the colors of its interior
and my transformation suffers my figure.
and those white eyes
I turn to his side
they force me to feel like this
They are after you ...
... they are behind you
my eyes go to the box
something has been illuminated
and inside the figures dance
They look at me fixedly and enlarge.
My body weighs less
I feel that I rise
the warhol pistols
without ammunition
the situation is clouded in my brain
surrounded by looks
somewhat blurred
and I admit the colors of its interior
and my transformation suffers my figure.
and those white eyes
I turn to his side
they force me to feel like this
They are after you ...
... they are behind you
Only among all we can make this a better place :)