In the stillness of ourselves the spirit journeys,  
Discovering our most deepest paths,
our most darkest secrets.
Binding them together,
into such a masterpiece of destruction.
So arrogant to believe that you were nothing but a piece of chaos,
running amongst the ignorant.
The ones who take your damage
and consider it abnormal.
The ones who believe your masterpieces,
Are.
Not.
Art.