I’m far from a convivial thought
Separated by a thin knife
Who would have thought I ****** you tonight?
I poured a cup of red wine
You’re blood is all around me
Here’s a toast
For which I have not to long
I’m contented to your smile on my wall
With your eye ***** nailed to wall
Hey at least you can see around me
It’s funny I can almost hear you calling me.
You failed to keep your voice shut
And I have a love emotion
For sticks and stabs
Mother, what can I do?
Shut up! No more can be said.
I proceed to place her hand on my hand.
I started to peel the ends of her finger tips
Then I started to pin her down like a butterfly
with its wings torn from it.
It’s hard to make out if I saw a tear drop
Or another blood drop.
All I can see is a hollow face
With a hollow emotion
With a hollow glare.
Hey at least smile
As I open her smile widely.
I fear she will escape!
I have nailed her down to the ground
Where everyone can see
I began to ask my people to begin painting, but with no response in return
I’m out of various colors as I told the empty seat.
I only have one red color.
I’m out of paint brushes,
But I have only her bones and hair
Use them.
It’s night time!
I always wonder what was in you head.
I began to cut a thin strip of her head
as I began to stitch it on my forehead.
A jaunt adventure to inside your head shall give me more ideas.
I see a skeleton grave
I’m aware that you’re looking at me
And I shall bring you back
I wanted to abate your body
to save time.
Oh well…I’ll just take to soul
For which is true beauty
As I return to my room
I can still see you’re in the same position from the night I left you.
I see that the red has gone away
And I believe it’s time to play with the clay.
I dislike how you were standing.
I believe if I ripped your arms so
You’d not try to escape.
I’ll blindfold you so you won’t endure my cold bidding of creation.
I must say you look like that justice statue.
There’s no crime here!
I shall not pay for Justice!
Art is what I’m trying to create.
My ambivalence to love you, you my dear was hard because
I hated that you were my art
I regret cutting your face, but it’s too late.
OH GOD! All I can see is disgusting carrion!
WHERE IS THE BEAUTY IN THIS?
I THROUGH MY ARMS AROUND HER
TALK TO ME **** IT! WHAT AM I DOING WRONG
I'M FINALLY FAILING AT MY WORK
SPEAK I COMMAND YOU!!
DO NOT HIDE ANYTHING FROM ME
I BEGAN CUT HER DOWN
CUTTING HER BIT BY BIT
STICHING AND REATACHING HER
CHOPPING HER UP
REMOVING PARTS FROM HER.
AHHH! MY MASTER PIECE IS RUIN!!
I GRAB HER BODY
FOR WHICH IT USELESS NOW.
As I through her aside
I begin to stare at the moon
And wonder where did I go wrong?
Then I spotted the light of the moon
Shinnying down on my creation.
A tear drop finally fell upon me.
All I had to do was just stare at her
Admire her
Endure her beauty
Bath in it
And appreciate it  
Such a simple thing was suppose to be done
Beauty is something simple
Did not require dismembering her.
At last I demonstrated aesthetic values of beauty.