Masterpiece

"Give it up." That's what the distinct voices inside me say. Though I wish they would fade away and fall victim to silence. I, myself, have fallen victim to the voices themselves. consumed by conceptions of disdain. Failure, has condoned this pain that I have so swiftly fallen victim to. To an extent, I feel that this will never end, but the pain will only grow. I shall never know true art, yet forever I shall remain an artist of failure. Sadly, I have just painted my f*****g masterpiece.