Life belongs to tortured souls.

I crave the anguish
From the moment I was born.
I need the torment!
Happiness is an illusion.

I am addicted to this poison,
I drink it with resolve.
And it consumes me,
For happiness is an illusion.

I hope that you are real.
I rise through you
Like wax through candlewick.
I burn through you!

You are my muse
In this forsaken world
Of madness and despair!

I live through you!
I love through you!
You are my skin,
My armor and my shell.

I breathe through you!
You are the nail
That keeps me to the cross.

You give me joy
Through misery and pain
That flows from creation.

The life is not fulfilled
When tubes are full
And canvases are virgin.

Enlightenment is not for the content.
The beauty of this world
Is gushing through my wounds.