Painting My Horror

It was a dark night, I couldn't see;

And senses were unbound in ESP

When in dream awake,

I'd paint,

Subconcious, the expanse I saw

The portal to the minds eye, open!

- I contemplated

Who it was that pulled the strings

O those things I saw in dreadful masquerade

Of stark madness went merry round with my head

I passed out, embraced their world

Savoured the poetry of revolt -

Sheer elegy of menace

I have not been the same since,

I took on the profession of a devil

The world I see in grotesque light

Evil perform with the gestures of a clown

Pure I live in blasphemy

Mephisto I am hidden in Madonnas gown

From the code of common sense I'm free

To(o) bad you're not here to partake my strange horror

'Cause here is where or weys will part

I will not exchange their power,

spring of my suffering

I do not envy the conscience pure

of the blind man in his bliss world

I would not be devoid the fruit of guile