Bleed an empty soul

As feathers run through your veins

Impale the heart upon a pin

An iron edge becomes too weak

Sketch a body in lye

Watch as it withers and dies

Homicide is an art -

A canvas incomplete

Paint the face of a porcelain doll

Remember to forget the eyes

She can see through you regardless

Your truth is tinted with lies

Run the line of life and death

While painting her lips a heartless red

- Maybe she'll forgive you if you

Erase the outlines you've poisoned with sin

To start anew

Throw it away and paint eternity