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

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