I'd fallen many times
Crippled by vices
With pride in one hand
And fear in the other

She was the only one
Willing to lift me up
As long as I let go
Of what was weighing me down

I am the kind of guy who goes to bars alone with my headphones in, munching on a cigar with half my brain on iambic pentameter and the other half on the feeling of a girls thigh under my lips.
I love the moon and I love the sun but both can be too bright and too dim at the same time. Red lights don't exist and my soul wants to be wild.
The colors of the world scream at me in silence and I smile with closed eyes, just living in the few seconds given to me by whoever is holding the knife next to the string.
This world, these people, living their lives like caricatures of trendy Hollywood films and fashion magazines leave me weary and disoriented. The laughing man next to me in ragged clothes and missing teeth calls to my curiosity more than the man in a pressed tux trying to sell me expensive cologne on expensive advertisements.
I don't understand, but I want to.
There is a pain I feel every morning and every evening.
It flows through my bones and courses through my veins like a patient army, building their palisades around my heart.
It makes my mind swirl in anger and beauty. The pain on being here. The pain of floating through the universe on a spinning fishtank.
The pain in every breath. The hell in the foundations of eden. The pain of my existence.

Art is soul on canvas,
marked in word or brush or pen,
with the hidden exploding outward from what normally lies within;
but there are other tools of passion reaching deep into the soul,
where a paintbrush cannot stroke and words will never find a scroll...

This art, it shimmers lightly in a tiny velvet flame
where I cannot find an answer
and I cannot find a name...
but a tool...
a tool I've found,
and it barely makes a sound
until my fingers brush on skin
and there are whispers made of grins.

Oh this art it has a nameless tool...
that brings a lustful bite,
with my lips forgetting words
and my fingers forgetting colors...
but I paint throughout the night...