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.