acerbusmilitis

Their pain is my pleasure their suffering my relieve these images I treasure till perfection I achieve These are bloody works of art not just random acts of violence imperfections set apart satisfaction so intense Nothing is random none is left to chance accidents not welcome perfect at all expense Everything serves a purpose nothing ever useless my goal always so close nearly tasting my success People never understand the beauty they see not like they're in some distant land lacking the sight I have got Art I make no more perfection slipping away gone when they closed the door my world eternal grey My last meal done