wine, cigarettes, and angst

scarlet rose

Pale as a death young master was.

At a deadly cost ethereal beauty came.

A pure martyr disguised as scarlet rose

Who sought to find a novel road to fame.

The sinful steps to a dreadful sick discovery

Uncovered human's imminently ugly nature.

Now under question a chance of full recovery

Has added to his life a daily dose of danger.

A paintbrush as a key to tortured soul's pain,

Depicting inner agony on scabrous canvas —

The product, of an insanely genius brain,

A case of inconceivable artistic madness.

Deep burns from cigarettes

He hid under his gloves.

And for the scars around his ribs

He wore long sleeved silken clothes.

Forget he tried. He tried deny

A life, with demons deep inside

And scars, that kept his soul alive.

Yet, inner monsters one can't hide.

A time has come for change of season,

With winter knocking on the moldy door,

Forgotten was the little sense of reason.

He had to look into the hellhole core.

The call was heard to clear clouded mind,

And free oneself from chain of futile being.

One needle, to leave a mortal world behind

And to embrace the power of unearthly feeling.

Reached now was the desirous apogee.

A fatal masterpiece was now complete.

The winter passed, time to lament in elegy

The killing effect of the painting was achieved.