| There is a Artist man who lives close to me.
We used to draw together underneath the trees.
We would talk together and make each other smile.
I have know this man for a long while.
But there is something about him that is taking a toll.
Monsters are inside of him , eating his soul.
He is my friend though, sometimes people ask me why.
It is because I see myself in him, though when his monsters come out ,
sometimes I cry.
For years my friend, I have prayed for you.
There is nothing else I can do.
But my friend, I keep telling myself that God must love you at least as much as I do.
I love you Artist man......but I hate your monsters.