Easel, and the brushes that are held together with sinew and bone
With those bindings that which becomes an extention of my world
Brimmed with blessings, and shining with release, ideas slowly form
My bindings holds me back from my frenzy, but my madness slowly allows it to unfurl
The canvas, which reveals my world, and the paint which makes my world scream
Oh, my pleasure is growing... I cannot keep from having it all pour out
I cannot hide my face, binding my flesh down and keeping it all as a dream
It isn't fair that the sane can feel so much freedom, so much more than this empty drought
Can it be that my world is breaking...
...no, its only shifting
Is my dream fading....
...no, its only drifting
Dying the brush in red, I cleave in a frantic escape, each one like sword swings
It is still feeding, still needing that right touch from my divine hand
Currents of red stream down from their mark, but the feeling still clings
Each line adding more strength, and bringing the dream onto the land
It is so unbearable, I can only hold myself back despite the fury
Each mark making my dream stronger, each time the passion grows
I wish that the dream would come in a hurry!
Before my dream finally slows...
Why can't the words come out, despite bated breath...
What is holding them down, filling them with disease and decaying their meaning
Is this the sign of their demise, the beginning of their death?
Destroying my passion, and denying that special feeling?
The hope thins, and it's meaning dies little by little despite color...
Unfortunately, the paint fails their master, denying their king!
I scream in frustration, and throw my hands to heaven in dolore
What holds onto these miseries, and despose of happiness with a meager fling.
Salvation, it is glistening with silver light!
I never seen you in such finer glow!
Please, end my blight!
I wish to see my life in its eternal flow!
The bite, the pain, the new color falling faster and quicker than being slow!
A dream, how does it feel so free!
Is this it, can it bring a beautiful world to life, the one that I had wished to know!
Does God see this power coming from me...
A freedom that allows me to deny the rules that binds foolish ones down
With it, I bring out my creation, instead of allowing it to drown!
Each mark fills the void, and brings time back from its perpetual twilight.
It is such a wonderful feeling, such a wonderful sight
There is a blissfullness that fills my head
Bringing me further and filling me more with delight!
The paint holds back, trying once more to keep itself away
This is bothersome, I find it dreary!
The voice of the silver blade echoes, and with it's kiss to keep it's day
Bitter tears run down, and I start feeling weary
The candlelight falters, but I fall in pentance and joy
The creation that I conceived is done, and my world is finally free
Would this dream ever fade away, to treat me like a toy?
I cannot imagine that to be true, not from what I can see.
Everything grows dark, and the ground falls away like sand
Shattering my last shackle, and breaking into that one last kiss
Bitterly, I feel hell fade, and say "goodbye" to my native land
From here, I can see heaven; and with that my eternal bliss...
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