Exile of the Floating World - Whispered

Canvas painted with blood

Images of tainted mortals

Inspiration bizarre

Thrives in misery

I’ve killed my creations

With savage executions

I’ve given birth to death

With the brush as a vessel of pain

Representations of violence

Follow the loss of innocence

Havoc enclosing the cities

Violent notions in motion

These times shall be produced

In my murders with a verse

I’ve seen my creations

Reach the floating world

These days provoke to create

But new insight just blinds the way

The ways of late will take control

Prestige of the craft will lose its soul

Gods!

Please witness this offense by men!

Slaying of genuine expression begins

Exiled — by false refinement crushing the worth of art

Exiled — by times renewal means to kill the old

Insanity still grows within

No-one can see what I can

I dance under the moon cursing the sun

Respect for my conception is gone

Deficient approach to all that is done

I’m drifting away from reality

Aspects of the moon — total vanity

Gods!

Please witness this offense by men!

Slaying of genuine expression begins

Exiled — by false refinement crushing the worth of art

Exiled — by times renewal means to kill the old

I’ve fallen from the floating world