artist creed

Painful sentiments breed within an artists tortured soul,

they poison their insides with anything to fill the deep, empty hole

they trap themselves in throwing all their talent down the drain.
But with any type of victory, comes the darkest and most solitude pain.
live hard, live fast, don't fade away & perish in a name that becomes unsung.

Never be afraid to grow old, or never be afraid to die young.
Art and existence are to be embraced, even when the damage is done.
Embrace the paradox of pain, which becomes a legacy that lives on.