I long for that release
Where pleasure and pain join
Where the canvas is my environment
And my tools my rage
It goads me, taunts my rationality
Makes me visualise
Makes me dream of the creation
The method
I see the incisions, feel the paint
Their screams excite, they fuel
Scraping away their features
Peeling away the skin
Enjoying every wound as if it were love
Opening their embodiment
Rearranging the inside to make my portrait
Tearing it up, slow to savour the moments
Cutting the image into their brain
I am Da vinci and you my vitruvian man
A creation of bliss in bloody coating
You beg and plead. Make me love it
My excitement with passion
My art your life
I carve my name on their tongue
So that their last word, my name