Last day you saw the light

Everyone is in danger if I can't think. Horrid images hidden behind every blink. Mutilated and desecrated cadavers fill the crime scene. What does this mean? Why am I like this? This is my drug and I am a fiend. I'm drenched in crimson, but not a scratch in sight. That's not enough, none of them tried to fight. Make it exciting, try to get away and you'll be my next canvas. Cuts that run deeper as they race down you arms. Multiple laps. I'll move you your legs after I run out of track. What's the event for this? Coloring. Blue, black, and purple. Let's see the collage this crowbar can create. I love it when they fight because this is ultimately their fate. Swing after swing. Smash after smash. I know your legs broke under the strength of my bash. Over head and straight down. The swirls of colors looks magnificent. Now for the chest the canvas that's front and center. I've been waiting to do this. Cut you open and braid your skin around ribs individually. One by one. Wrap your intestines around your neck and force feed you your own liver. If you get the shiver know I'm following you tonight. Don't fight or that will be the last day you seen the light.