We may write off passion yet it must be candidly known.
Troop of confessors surround me and bear misfortune bravely.
Don't take his power for glory because his mask hides dark secrets under the coldness.
If you want to separate yourself from the crowd then you need to offer constant stimulus.
I will wait with patience and perseverance in spite of the liars.
I suppose you know my tragedy, An imposter to whom my distraction as been a matter of amusement she now knows my whole soul this outrageous woman.
Forever searching my deepest darkest thoughts my mind in a furnace.
Precisely what forbids objectification some would deny us the right to ascribe feelings of dominance.
The erotic madness conveyed by the muse is the worst kind of insanity.
Free from the grip of desire to have nothing to yearn that would be like slavery to me.
I want to control, posses, conquer and imprison my work after completion as per my artistic rights.
I desire to produce bold and beautiful strokes on your skin my canvas.
