The steel is on my fingers
The rot is in my soul
I feel the sting of anger
I watch the hate unfold
I consume the weak and plunder
I forge ahead in pain
I sense the tiniest flicker
The smallest ounce of shame
I will extract your lifeforce
I will remove your skin
I must erase all remnants
Of what you've ever been
Don't care, just share your wounds
I feel so f*cking lonely
The colors on my canvas: death
Spread-eagled, oozing everywhere
I must maintain the grip of fear
I drown in inspiration here
Married to the craft
I proclaim my never ending love
Dizzily, I foresee
An amalgam of flesh, entangled extacy
Tearing and maiming
Creating and painting
Your flesh false apart
Your torment my art
Breathless, in awe
Of this statue of bone
Suspended in time
Like a photograph, this scene of mine
Dripping slowly
Seems unholy
I cut deeper
Sole receiver
I finalize my work
Signed with loving words
I sweep up what's left
Wrapped in all your death
A strangled muse before me
I feel so f*cking empty