In a short life of writing and rhyme
he lived to create barely making a dime
Writing of life and love and requiem
living off cigerettes, whiskey, and opium

Late at night the ideas flow
flowing from places we'll never know
his body a vessel for some unknown force
a collaberation with an outside source

Egocentric excess of the darkest themes
designing from a muse of opium dreams
a darkness within inspiring his art
a darkness so deep, deep in his heart

Creating from life a life of his own
living 'IN LOVE' yet dying alone
a force from within providing the coarse
a life of sex and sin and the utmost remorse

The darkness within leading the way
leading his life day after day
unable to fight it he did what he could
the darkness within never quite understood

Apart from the world he lived his life
he lived it alone never taking a wife
a darkness within not quite understood
searching for answers he did what he could