Bloody painting

Mildly inspired by Lady Lazarus by Sylvia Plath. It's a favorite poem of mine, and I noticed one of the lines bore similarity.

If thoughts of death are art

Don't mind me,

I'm slowly painting the Mona Lisa

Each brush stroke

Filled with pain

Ticking off the time I have left

A million strokes

A million strokes

Two very different meanings

Colliding on one canvas

Is that color crimson

Or is it pigment of blood

We may never know

Or if we do

Will it be too late?

To correct such a very sad fate....