musical mayhem

beauty

she cut off his legs and tore out his heart,
all for her wicked idea of art.
she took out his eyeballs and cut off his hands,
draining his veins like the shifting sands,
and when she was done and her work was completed,
she looked down at him as his life depleted,
at the pools of blood dripping to the tiles,
the prettiest scene for miles and miles.

and when she was found to have finally died,
her artwork was right there by her side.