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