Gothic, twisted- I like it!! To me, this perfectly represents the soul of a person who is enslaved by their desire for material possessions and worldly success. His tortured, emaciated form is literally being pulled apart upon a twisted pile of junk, which he refuses to let go of- even as his flesh and muscle are torn from the bone. His muscles and tendons appear to be becoming part of a fiendish musical instrument, his suffering adding to the discordant cacophony that a world devoid of spiritual content creates. He clutches a branch with few leaves and a single apple upon it, the promise of happiness from material things, even as he finds that the cold clutch of stone statues and flesh-rending torment are his real rewards.