Broken branches

Once the artist all-forgotten,
When the midnight veiled earth,
Lusted to ascend from bottom
and to find his mind's rebirth.

And the artist threw the brushes
Into all-devouring fire,
He turned all his works to ashes,
He broke fragile soul wire.

Artist walked the unknown way,
Breaking life-full branches of trees.
Thus he met the light of new day,
Falling weary on knees...

A long distance soon was passed,
And too many steps were made.
His hands covered with blood crust -
Wounds from the self-torturing blade.

Why his soul was destroyed
When he was in need of health?
Wherefore he's paranoid
And the worm in his heart dwells?

He was always in exile,
Never heard a caress word;
And his heart was dying while
He wanted to possess the world.

Where are his decayed creations
And his talent sacrificed?
The saled shards of inspiration -
He had to pay the highest price.

There's no reason to avoid him -
He needs not a fame but help.
Lead his soul away from his dream
To the blessed ringing bells...