Outsider Art

The sordid individual is what’s
always appealed to me. A killer, recluse,
the cynic seen by none.
My artistic obsession has never grown beyond
a need to feel the sharpest blades of thought,
to stand outside oneself and be a self only,
and if the pen was born to dwell on guilt and misery,
there is a joy in this. The joy and pain of too far gone,
the deep Satanic element
retained not just as childish statement,
but human consciousness divine,
a sacred from the mere profane.