Of Art and Suffering-Nocturnal Winds

Of Art and Suffering - Nocturnal Winds I'm the painter of human sorrows Creator of illusion you call life In my studio of higher arts I create masterpieces, one after one Yet there's nothing quite like The art of suffering Masterly I play a symphony With shadows and light For light and darkness Are just states of human mind And when you drift to sleep Your mind belongs to me The art of dreaming becomes real Nothing is what it seems So surreal This world I lay before your eyes Another brush stroke Another nail to the lid You can try to scream But no one hears My canvas is black And stained with tears This world I lay before your eyes Another brush stroke Another nail to the lid You can try to scream But no one hears My canvas is black And stained with tears For light and darkness Are just states of human mind And when you drift to sleep Your mind belongs to me The art of dreaming becomes real Nothing is what it seems So surreal