1. THE BLACK PAINTINGS

Self exile from the world outside
Driven by the torment that binds
Him to a fear so familiar
It becomes a dark reclusive shelter

Dead inside, riddled with contempt
Memories plagued with crimes of war
Once he had a life built on passion
Now overshadowed by his dark obsession

With art not to be seen
And inspired by his damaged psyche
In the thick of night his paints would flow
On the walls that enclose his soul

Sun sets on another day
With candles lit, he paints the night away
Bearing all on a canvas of stone
An exhibition for his eyes alone
His eyes alone

Concepts and mindset
Secrets that surpass his death
History has lost the key
Open eyes but too blind to see

His mind is lost but not his mastery
Of the arts, his only sanctity
He touched the very world that spat him out
Consumed by the shadow of his doubt
He can no longer face society
A hermit that fades to obscurity
The last remaining old great master
Francisco Goya

The Black Paintings
Beauty from the troubles that plagued him
The Black Paintings
Mystery surrounds their meaning
The Black Paintings
Beauty from the troubles that plagued him
The Black Paintings
Mystery surrounds the meaning

Of art not to be seen
And inspired by his damaged psyche
In the thick of night his paints would flow
On the walls of that enclose his soul

Sun sets on another day
With candles lit, he paints the night away
Bearing all on a canvas of stone
An exhibition for his eyes alone

The Black Paintings
Beauty from the troubles that plagued him
The Black Paintings
Mystery surrounds their meaning
Mystery surrounds their meaning
Since the death of the great Francisco Goya