The Gallery
Come and dance through my vanity's hallsWelcome to my exhibition
Ornaments fallthe fate of my art, condemnedAnd the creative seedthat grows to the tune of the harvest songEmbody my lifelong passionintertwine with the structures of my artThose empty frames staring at me
One lonely portrait covers the lovestarved canvasin honour of the birthless rebellion within me
Every picture holds a taleEvery shade tells of a thousand words
The artistry of living chaosis pictured in the poets tears'Cause everything burnsThe final conceptIs all but a thought away
Be gone, you foul enchantress of decay!My thoughts and words will come to rightIn my chamber where chaos conveysKneel down to my desire
Deep in the vaults of my carnal agonyEmptiness! Orchestration thru colours
To never return to my guidanceBurning my art