Thoughts running through my mind.

Paper,

I need paper.

God bless my hand and give it life!

As possession runs through my veins,

I feel my hand moving, doing exactly what I please.

"Wa-la!"

I say in the moment of my denouement.

You are complete now,

No longer the same as the others.

But you know?

We aren't so different, you and I;

People have to paint us to figure out who we really are,

And when they do,

You and I are finally...

Set free.