Painting My Horror

It was a dark night, I couldn't see;
And senses were unbound in ESPWhen in dream awake,
I'd paint.
Subconscious, the expanse I sawThe portal to minds eye, open!
- I contemplated
Who it was that pulled the stringsOf those things I saw in dreadful masquerade
Of stark madness went merry round with my headI passed out, embraced their world
Savoured the poetry of revolt -
Sheer elegy of menaceI have not been the same since,
I took on the profession of a devil
The world I see in a grotesque lightEvil perform with the gestures of a clownPure 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