playing god (an artist at work)

I am an artist  
human blood is my paint
their body my canvas
their skin serves such a greater purpose
 
 as of now i am painting a lovely portrait
cutting the skin just so carving him a grin  
ear to fucking ear stitch by stitch he will be made
new and babtized in fear
 
i will be made holy in the eyes of the damned i drain
the blood out from his veins only by an inch of thread
does his life still remain by the time i finish this room  
will be covered in a bright sanguine
 
i am a conductor of the dead an artist of life thy art is
murder thy masterpiece is life with these hands and with this
knife he will be remade into something exquisite something  
far beyond human life this is the evolution of man at its finest
 
blood stained hands gouged out eyes
my art the art of demise
such a beautiful thing in the eyes
of the creator now with a spark of life
we begin

his screams like music to my ears
his voice such pain and anguish
can be detected but he sheds no
tears...good
 
his fingers will be severed one by one
he will know pain before he is complete
sewn back together his lips he will no longer
speak but only listen to the silence of the world
a monster some will say ive created but a creature
of pure brilliance is what i believe
 
i am an artist i am playing god..no...
i am "God" so to speak  
for i give life to the diluted and the weak
i am an artist thy art is murder
thy masterpiece is life
i am artist and i will paint again tonight