The Artist

I always liked the color red It always seems to inflate my Head I am not bashful I like your skin But that’s simply not enough I want to see within The louder you become it only excites me more I choose the color red in which ill paint my floor Your teeth are the perfect shade of white for my taste Shame ill have to close that mouth it seems like such a waste Scream louder sweetheart I want them all to hear Feast upon my talents you are art my dear A swivel to the left and a stake put in the rite Reminds me of my conscience in which I always fight I see it now this will be my greatest yet Now hold still while I dig deeper my pet Barley twenty five and I seem to be the best I don’t just create work I put it to rest This simply wont do the arms will have to go It seems to interrupt the rate of my flow Like the statue of David a masterpiece was said Now I want to add that special touch of red Oh the tears filled with blood are so refreshing I’m afraid my mind is confused so let me keep on guessing Are those moans orgasmic or fear of what’s to come Are the stains on the carpet given, or attempts you’ve made to run I will assume the best and continue on my work Let the muses overtake me as they begin to lurk What’s that you want to see your kid Well perhaps you should have thought twice before I let you in Enough with the mind show I must make the incision To gain my sanity back has become a hopeless mission But can I say I am off my balance I feel like it is rite For what I make will be astounding like van goes starry night Once down the legs and you look so pretty Twice across the neck struggles over what a pity My beautiful red my color red Flowing out of the fresh new dead A masterpiece that is so forbidden On angel’s wings she must have ridden I’ve outdone myself this was the hardest But what can I say I’m simply an artist