She is a canvas, a beautiful substrate, how much pain can she take, a beautiful sample, for this you will need to step into the darkest part of you. Petals will fall, harvest her soul, never forget what I have done here, pioneer artistic bloodshed. These are the sickening depths of the human conscience. pick my target, she stands on a street corner, so beautiful, illuminated in a red hue. give chase, capture, chloroform dreams, awake, flesh blooms in a sea of red. cut her hands off, rip the tendon from the bone, my brush is a scalpel, cut the flesh and tear it back, admire her insides, visceral excitement, this is my greatest achievement. Intestines as petals, other organs as decoration, this is my greatest masterpiece, the artwork of the truly genius. Flowers, flesh and blood. She has been transformed, beauty lay disfigured and yet more beautiful that before, crown by decapitation, cut off her head.Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
