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
Subconscious, the expanse I saw.

The portal to minds eye, open!
I contemplated
Who it was that pulled the strings.

Of 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 a 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 bad you are not here to partake my strange horror.

'Cause here is where our ways will part
I will not exchange this 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.