The Psychotic Artist
Your blood is like art to me,
As I watch it drip into a puddle on the floor.
Painting a wonderful picture,--
One that only I can see.
You are my canvas,
And I the creative painter.
As you wither and squirm,
Your screams encourage me,--
To do it just a little bit more.
Your once innocent blond locks,
Are now tainted in red.
You look more beautiful to me now,--
Than you ever have before.
But I don't tell you this,
I only sit and stare.
And carve just a little deeper.
Another scream forced from your lips,--
Music to my ears.
Baby, this little art show of mine,
It has just begun...
Scream for me baby.
Bleed for me,--
Just a little bit more.