I'm just a work of art,
Tough as steel,
But elegant within hands.
I enjoy the paintings,
With sharp lines,
I create many.
I love strokes I make with my brush,
It's only a carving done on human flesh,
A beautiful curtain call to one's life.
And I'll be polished to new,
Tough as steel,
But elegant within hands.
I'll enjoy another painting,
Cut out a rose,
To draw on their hearts,
And devour on lives to create art.
The world will fear me