Its like a design,
A work of art,
Through my imagination I've put,
Anyone would see it took time,
To hunt you down and gash you open.....,
was the simple part,
But to place you on your bed,
With blood prints on the walls,
And the knife still in your gut,
That was just genius,
And when I turn to admire my work,
And see your blank expresionless face,
It haunted me so,
That was the picture that will always be with me,
Because it was gruesome but ART...
