the gallery

• come and dance through my vanity's halls
  welcome to my exhibition
  
  ornaments fall
  the fate of my art, condemned
  and the creative seed
  that grows to the tune of the harvest song
  embody my lifelong passion
  intertwine with the structures of my art
  those empty frames staring at me
  
  one lonely portrait covers the lovestarved canvas
  in honour of the birthless rebellion within me
  
  every picture holds a tale
  every shade tells of a thousand words
  
  the artistry of living chaos
  is pictured in the poets tears
  because everything burns
  the final concept
  is all but a thought away
  
  be gone, you foul enchantress of decay!
  my thoughts and words will come to right
  in my chamber where chaos conveys
  kneel down to my desire
  
  deep in the vaults of my carnal agony
  emptiness! orchestration through colours
  
  the gallery
  
  to never return to my guidance
  burning my art