I wish to create an orchestra; Where my violence, sex, love, joy and every complicated emotion in between which struggles to display the true essence of my spirit, is played in such a beautiful melodramatic melody that is so deafening that the world must stop to listen.

Yes, my words can only be written on paper, but do you not hear the whispers of my suffering, the screams of bitterness from broken love and moans of shattered hope? If you do not than maybe you are not listening hard enough...

But if you do, hear my voice, then you know behind these words there lies no ordinary man, no ordinary human being...There is nothing more seductively powerful than the ability to create the world you see in your mind onto the world you live in.

Knowing you can spill and rip open your most darkest secrets on a clean, pure, untainted white paper. No greater pleasure, no greater sin.

Yet, even with all the innocence of an artist's heart it doesn't prove to be stronger than the guilt of a obvious temptation that...