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.