The Gallery

Come and dance through my vanity's halls

Welcome to my exhibition

Ornaments fall

The fate of my art, condemned

And the creative seed

That grows to the tune of the harvest song

Embody my lifelong passion

Intertwine with the structures of my art

Those empty frames staring at me

One lonely portrait covers the lovestarved canvas

In honour of the birthless rebellion within me

Every picture holds a tale

Every shade tells of a thousand words

The artistry of living chaos

Is pictured in the poets tears

Because everything burns

The final concept

Is all but a thought away

Be gone, you foul enchantress of decay!

My thoughts and words will come to right

In my chamber where chaos conveys

Kneel down to my desire

Deep in the vaults of my carnal agony

Emptiness! Orchestration through colours

The gallery

To never return to my guidance

Burning my art