Album: A Delicate Tracery Of Red

A Delicate Tracery Of Red

The imperfections of earthly beauty mean nothing to me as I am swallowed by my art
Posthumous, and thus greater will be your beauty
I will expose the masterpiece within your reviled form
A delicate tracery of red...
...as I inflict upon you carvings of arcane design
Convulutions of lacerated tissue
I will shape a cruel and permanent smile on those sweetly curved lips
Renderings of utmost lucidity
With a loving violence the blade lingers over your skin
A delicate tracery of red...
...I will release the beauty trapped beneath your skin
Once you must have smiled so sweetly
The world endless before your eyes
I miss you though I've never known you
But I can and will tell the end of your story
In the intracacies of these lines
The cut of your features
Smeared beneath my fingertips
My breath coming quicker
Aroused by the revelations of my incisions line
Agonized, the line of your brow
I relieve its tension by a cut of a tendon
Beautific in darkest repose
I delineate the course of your sorrows
Incarnidine convolutions and conflicting strokes of carnelian
Rich, trailing behind the sharpened edge
Fluid welling up like some purified crimson wine
I exalt you by my atrocities
A delicate tracery of red...
...with your tortured flesh I aspire to approach the sublime through...
...a delicate tracery of red
Overcome by a great and sinister joy
In this, my most tender of cruelties
Forms of perfected aspect exposed from within
Animate is my medium, you writhing as my canvas
I revel in your soiled femininity
As the razors dance in your deepest and most secret place
Your screams were the purest of melodies
The low moans you emit arouse my disgust
You would never sing for me so sweetly
No matter how I sought your tainted embrace
Your kind reckons my touch, you can no longer repulse my demands
Whirls and lines cover your torso, a hint of eternal mysteries revealed
The peeling of pale and tender flesh
I strip from your form your transient veneer
I expose the ugliness of your kind
I inscribe your shame of your skin
Bleeding spirals on your breasts
As I follow the lines of natures greatest folly
Runnels scored in your limbs, so smooth and tempting a canvas
I move my scalpel towards your eyes
Still, they hold your expression and something of you beneath their glaze
With a slice I open your pupils
For you to better gaze upon the darkness you must see
With a loving violence the blade lingers over your skin
I will release the beauty trapped under your skin
A delicate tracery of red...
...fueled by the deepest of hatreds
Perfection of the most elevated and torturous kind...
...I will release the beauty trapped beneath your skin
lyrics : McCoy/Stevison, 1993