The sad art

The thoughtless bended faces
Deformedly painted
Like if created by the painter
Who was blind.

Thus the painter did it
Before was blinded.

Ominous statues
Cracked and shapeless
Like if created by the sculptor
With no hands left

Thus they were made before
He got crippled.

Endless novels
Melted and burned
Like written by a writer
Who was madman.

Thus he wrote before
He became a lunatic.