Through The Eye's Of A Psychotic Artist - Poem by Kayla Barker
Your blood is like art to me.
Watching it drip into a puddle on the floor,
Painting a wonderful picture.
-One that only I can see.-
You are my canvas,
And I the creative painter.
As you wither and squirm,
Your screams encourage me
-To do it just a little bit more.-
Your once innocent pink locks,
are now coated with red.
You look more beautiful to me now,
than you ever have before.
But I don’t tell you this,
I only sit and stare.
And carve just a little deeper.
Another scream forced from your lips,
-Music to my ears.-
Baby, this little art show of mine,
It has just begun...
Scream for me baby,
Bleed for me,
-Just a little bit more-
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