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