Bloody handprints cover the walls
Secrets kept locked deep inside the mind.
He paints upon her flesh
With pure perfection.
Never is he afraid
Of a her rejection.
Her blood is his art
Her body is his evidence.
He can't deny he loves it
He can't deny belligerence.
Look at the beauty
The structure and grace
Look at the way he molds her
Paints that smile upon her face.
He owns every part of her
Mind, body, and soul.
In the end he'll cause destruction
That is his lonely goal.
His fingers work wonders
His mind full of greed.
He loves to watch as they fight
When they start to beg and plead.
His eyes reflect pain
His distorted picture of beauty.