A ruby red slowly drips
down my bruised mouth, ****** denial
flowing off of trembling lips
droplets land, within your vial
 
My canvases blood draining
weak, an unconscious life 
lying on the floor, a painting
the creation by strokes of your knife
 
Stained walls, the room a flood
once more you dip your brush 
into your vial, drenched in my blood
striking my canvas, until a hush
 
With the painting of me complete
a beauty, now deathly art
his piercing strokes, stilled the beat
of my once pulsating heart.