An artist's vision of the perfect specimen
What beauty this eye holds
There is no point to struggle
The air runs from your veins as the cease to flow
Feel the wire tighten as the darkness settle in
And there is no escape
This illusion is real
You have an audience of one
Play the victim well for there is no encore
This is hell and I am the devil
A fragile mind with a blackened heart
Ironic I now hold your life in hateful hands
Your seductive lips lay in a jar marked lust
Your lying tongue beside it in deception
Such a tragedy as you manipulated and pulled on the strings of my heart
Die bitch die
With each cut I paint my bloody masterpiece
Each slice a reminder of my hate
Let me be clear this isn't about revenge
This is about destruction
About the beauty I carve with my hands
There is no escape
This illusion is real
Play the victim well for there is no encore
This is hell and I am the devil
Forever you are mine

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