Thin Line Between Genius and Insane

I write as an escape, my life is crap - let's leave it at that - my love of the way words form makes me forget about why it's crap. I love words because they are just sounds that we automatically pin to a feeling or an object, or an action. They are just so...man made and, the only thing man has made that's like this, perfect.

When I write I find words in my brain and throw them down, then I just extract it from my brain. I don't think about what I write, it just happens. I think when I write I recall dreams I've had that I've forgotten and the story is told from there.

I don't think of myself as an artist, I'm an actor through and through, but I don't find that I'm an artist. However, when I write I make sure that I go to my world, my altered reality where everything is sharper, more vivid and so much stranger, and I write from that world. It brings a different feel to my poems to my readers, a strange real feeling. Generally I compare things to skulls, skeletons, demons or angels, blood, destruction...
Dark things get my brain going, so I write on them.

In summary, I write what is in my head, I don't plan it. And I make it my artistic creation through my strange world and darker compulsions.