Black oceans fill my soul
Screaming songs of pain laugh in my head
Where do I find this so called "love"?
They turn their backs and laugh
They say it is disturbing
Like a stab into my heart
Like poison darting from their lips into my skin
My body shivers in the dread
Is my soul not worthy of the pen and the paper?
Is my work evil?
The beauty of love
The fear of wickedness
Is all this terrible to show?
With my hands I draw
I draw out all the things I don't say aloud
That I fear
That I wish
That I hate
That I love
And they are all terrors among my pupils
I feel as if I have hit the bottom of the ocean
When will I reach the surface?
Must my art be condemned to such a fate as this?
So like the tale of Romeo and Juliet?
Where life that I bring only reaps tragedy
I wallow in the corner
My self-pity overtakes me
Please, tell me I'm not insane
Tell me I don't scare you
Tell me that I can make beauty
And not just the never-ending darkness