My heart

I dont want to make the art
I dont want to be the art
"My time will "long past
And i will lie in a grave at last.
I dont want to be the art
You dont need it
Me being the art.
I will make you a paint at last
I will make you pain
That want be hainging on your wall
To share.
I dont want to be a dying art
I dont know – how is my heart?