Shroud

The lens through which I seek is of dust and glass I will paint a self-portrait with the entrails of others Inside it will be a black hole filled with my nightmares It will remain Mindless state of disorder Inspired by the basest of urges Imagined by the most impossible The face that stares back A madman enthralled by malice and disease Mindless state of disorder Inspired by the basest of urges Imagined by the most impossible My face is a black