Don’t look at me like that…

like you never saw it coming…

Didn’t I try to tell you so many times?

Didn’t I warn you?

And didn’t you laugh at me?

That fed it, you know.

People never believe until they see it.

Well, now you see. Do you believe?

…it doesn’t matter. It will kill you either way.

You’re very cute when you struggle like that.

Isn’t it amazing how much stronger I get?

I don’t need to slice your waist like this,

but isn’t it beautiful?

Really, you look lovely in red.

It’s such a waste just to take a drink and not

enjoy the art involved.

Oh, your eyes are getting glassy now.

That didn’t last very long.

I suppose that’s the price of creative expression.

The lids don’t close themselves anymore.

…no, I can’t cover you up.

You are too beautiful,

painted in crimson shades and gaping flesh.

What a shame if only I beheld you

 at the pinnacle of grace.

I will leave you here for someone else to see.