My life is art untainted by reality
blood the paint and flesh canvas
knives are paintbrushes in my fingers
i pick away at it
like a scab that never heals
burning in my brain
are the images unknown
that im trying to create
how it should really be(to me that is)
monsterous distorted deformed
beauty to be seen
i wash the blood from my hands
and tighten my stiches
my work is done.......[SeTh]
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