The Painter of Voices
Florian Cotan-Grigorean
Voices making choruses that link corpses in a sea of noises
Life is a season in fire
I laugh with understanding at your idiot thoughts
Mephistophelian islands are burning to carry your corpses into everlastingness
Being warned from the white pages written with white paste
Being mauled by the pride of being nobody
Your appreciation stabbed me in the back
The painter of mind
The painter of death
In the sense of humans, I am mentally deranged but the humans have no fucking sense