Lovely Nightmare

This poem is about a slightly crazed person's nightmare. They start making art with their blood from their wounds.
My dreams show me no regard
As glass breaks through my showing scars
The blood so red, like a crimson moon.

A masterpiece that makes murder swoon
My skin clings to bones, dull
My face of horror is beautiful.

My heart's contents will stain the floor
All I need is to spread the gore
Of broken bodies, the picture I paint.

My heart slows but I can not faint
A nightmare as dark as can be
A work of art, in a mind so lovely.
Published: 6/27/2011
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