The Artist

Here in my meadow, where the unhappy flowers must bloom. Here in my humble abode, Where the roses have many thorns. Underneath the murderous stars. Here in this garden, The massive hunting grounds. Here in my home, It stalks me slowly. Beneath faithful tears. Here I am at the edge, Where birds sing their wretched songs. Here I am at this place, content with eternal sadness... Hiding in my shadows depth. Here I am swimming, in my sea of rage. Her I am dancing, to the song of sweet sorrow. Feeding on my fears. Trapped here by the storm, and the quarreling winds. Sentenced here to this dance, held by the blinding eclipse. I walk into the black abyss. Here in my misery, suffering bitter defeat. Here in my diemma, where I haven't a clue. Confusions swirls in. Watching the violence, the aart of the storm watching the darkness, swallow me whole. The art of my depression