I gazed out to the coming storm My thoughts are clear but not alone The view I search is in the question Blind I paint your guide to pain Naked motions, eating art Still there is no disappointment to me Tied forever, together to be My beloved screen of horror Make me laugh, make me bleed As once I mentioned, the face of all To the emptiness, the silent wall I die in your honor so bleed for me I like to view the returning night