I am punished because I do not love enough
My skin is peeled and my heart laid bare
My soul is naked and I freeze in the heat
The cruel angel tramples and crushes my spirit
All because I did not love as I should
I am dragged through a thorny bush
My flesh is gorged by the sharp teeth of a hellish beauty
I am murdered by my own thoughts
As the cruel angel mocks and laughs at my pain
The angel pours fire into my wounds to keep them fresh
But this suffering is not suffering at all
It is the birth of the artist
The painful beauty of a new life
A life that comes to be for the blessing of others
Who ought not to know the pain of the artist