Through the Eyes of a Psychotic Artist

Your blood is like art to me.  
Watching 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 coated with 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...

So,
Scream for me baby,
Bleed for me,

-Just a little bit more-