The Artist

You are the artist
Perverse artist
You slashed her open
Like a butcher
Wielding a carving knife

Twisted artist
Using her body
As a canvas
To create your artwork
On her flesh

Debauched artist
Using her again and again
To satisfy you
And fill your desires
To hear her scream

Bloody artist
You tore her open
Like sugar paper
Slid the knife
Like she was butter

Bloodstained artist
Her red life covering
Your skin like a
Medal of honour
Your twisted pride

Disturbed artist
Distorting her world
Perverting her innocence
Riding the pain in a blood-soaked
Channel of agony

Twisting
Distorting
Destroying
Murdering

You are the artist
Perverse artist