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 would never sing for me so sweetly No matter how I sought your tainted embrace Your kind reckons my touch, you can no longer repulse my demands Whirls and lines cover your torso, a hint of eternal mysteries revealed The peeling of pale and tender flesh I strip from your form your transient veneer I expose the ugliness of your kind I inscribe your shame of your skin Bleeding spirals on your breasts As I follow the lines of natures greatest folly Runnels scored in your limbs, so smooth and tempting a canvas I move my scalpel towards your eyes Still, they hold your expression and something of you beneath their glaze With a slice I open your pupils For you to better gaze upon the darkness you must see
With a loving violence the blade lingers over your skin I will release the beauty trapped under your skin
A delicate tracery of red... ...fueled by the deepest of hatreds
Perfection of the most elevated and torturous kind... ...I will release the beauty trapped beneath your skin