The imperfections of earthly beauty mean nothing to me as I am swallowed by my art Posthumous, and thus greater will be your beauty I will expose the masterpiece within your reviled form A delicate tracery of red... ...as I inflict upon you carvings of arcane design Convulutions of lacerated tissue I will shape a cruel and permanent smile on those sweetly curved lips Renderings of utmost lucidity With a loving violence the blade lingers over your skin A delicate tracery of red... ...I will release the beauty trapped beneath your skin Once you must have smiled so sweetly The world endless before your eyes I miss you though I've never known you But I can and will tell the end of your story In the intracacies of these lines The cut of your features Smeared beneath my fingertips My breath coming quicker Aroused by the revelations of my incisions line
Agonized, the line of your brow I relieve its tension by a cut of a tendon Beautific in darkest repose I delineate the course of your sorrows Incarnidine convolutions and conflicting strokes of carnelian Rich, trailing behind the sharpened edge Fluid welling up like some purified crimson wine I exalt you by my atrocities A delicate tracery of red... ...with your tortured flesh I aspire to approach the sublime through... ...a delicate tracery of red Overcome by a great and sinister joy In this, my most tender of cruelties Forms of perfected aspect exposed from within Animate is my medium, you writhing as my canvas I revel in your soiled femininity As the razors dance in your deepest and most secret place Your screams were the purest of melodies The low moans you emit arouse my disgust You