Bloody Sculptures

The stench of blood lingers in the air,
The smell like metal,
Sculptures so life like they look human,
All of them showing the same expression,
Pained,
The creater with the same stench,
Overpowering,
Waiting,
Beautiful to the eyes,
But there is more than meets the eye,
Smiling like angel,
Entranced he invites me to be one of his latest pieces,
Enchanted by his beauty, I agree ,
Unaware,
He hands me a glass, containing both light and darkness,
Stuck, he stabs me,
Pain and confusion surge through me,
Smiling he whispers this is my gift to you,
Pouring me the walls of prison,
I'm stuck,
Drenched in my blood,
He laughs,my gift...
No light ,No darkness,
The smell drench me,
Shame,
My wistful eyes watch the viewers ,
Foolishly admiring the other gifts,
Their bodies disappearing ,yet their soul stuck,
Slowly disappearing ,
My beating heart,giving up,
Blood,everyone of them ,covered,
Lingering,drenching me with shame,
He smiles knowing we're forever stuck,
Bloody ,
My eyes burning and blind,
Going wild,
Gone, gone,
Just like little red.
The red splatters covering us,
Surrounding him