Mad Art

I was silently working in my Room with my Pallete and Colors
Searching for a way to get rid from my Horrors
However, the Hours went by and canvas was still white
As my mind felt like a desert in a hot Summer Night
I was tired of searching for the light of Inspiration
Tired of staring at my face in the mirror in great Deception
The years have passed and still couldnt create
Because my muse was Taken Away
My hear hasnt Beated for a single since that Day
And i havent feel alive or happy, i have only felt pure Dismay

I heard someone knocking at my door
There was something who i wasnt expecting at all
It was the old lady, the landlord of my floor
She was angry and told me "Stop Crying" Banging her cane to the door
I let her in, but while i was looking for some Cash
A horrible sound came from the room, the one with all my art
The old hag took some Whiskey and Liquor from my Shelf
And the Lady started to say "You art is trash from Hell
You are a Cheap painter, there is no doubt about that
No wonder your wife left you for that other Guy"
That was the last thing the bitch could say
After that, i threw a knife right at her face
Blood covered the canvas and carpets and it was spilling all over the place
I took the corpse and dipped it in Cement
After that i cutted her Head and putted it on Display
I painted it with the colors of my Madness and my rage...

If i could go back and tell myself
The depts of my punishment that i would have recieve in Hell
The souls screaming for what i did and my success
The night hearing the Screams from the bottom of my Bed
May god forgive me, but i know it´s too late
This wasnt the last time i used my silver blade
against those who told me i was Insane
Maybe you think "Well they are right"
Well i got a little thing to say "So do i"