Artist Point of View

On thorns I slept, Cold and unmoving, Waiting for the harsh rays Of day to pass over us. It was the only constant In this equation, The bitter truth we fear, The fear that binds us, The binds that hold…

Curiosity, longing For what we were not meant to see And all we Cannot be Take me, take me Frail as I am Slave to the ignorance of man What dwells Inside of you What breaks me, breaks me Strain in ills and lore…

Silence washes over The ground we tread Inching to the borderline With light and darkness Reflecting back This karma-like effect Hypnotized By this prelude To one more manic moment Mocking, the Shadow He asks, "Are you satisfied yet?"