Shrouded in shadows, I seek to transcend, A journey to darkness that will never end. In this abyss of despair, I find my muse, A world of pain, where I can never refuse.

The canvas is my battleground, where I fight, Against the demons that haunt me every night. I paint my sorrows with every stroke of the brush, And my pain becomes my masterpiece's lush.

In this world of darkness, I find my light, Where the agony becomes my delight. For the artist, the pain is the only truth, And the art is the only way to soothe.

The color becomes my weapon to fight, Against the demons that haunt me at night. In this darkness, I find my solace, And the art becomes my saving grace.

So I transcend into this abyss of pain, And my art becomes my only gain. In this world of darkness, I find my voice, And my art becomes my only choice.