Art of Agony

 

She makes art of agony

Lies in cold drifts of isolation

Arms drawing wings in the snow

Legs opening

Legs closing

Creating angelic garments beneath her

And the white melts against blacken pain

She makes art of self sacrifice

Piles bramble at her feet

And with a sulfuric smile

Strikes a match

Lights the fuse

Just to feel herself go off

She makes art of war

Sharpens her rapier tongue

And with it sculpts stone hearts

Licks blood from her lip

Hangs scalps from her hip

Takes comfort in the chill

Pleasure in the kill

And says she loves you still

Before she slips back inside his pocket

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