Organic Canvas - Darkane

I live for what you would call filth and disgust

Someone’s loss of blood will power and light my veins

I will paint the colour red all over your pitiful world

I have the knowledge of making art of your pathetic body

A precise stab in your spine and you body is paralysed

But your vision still works, you can witness the pain

You only see it as cut wounds, I consider it art, painted in the flesh

A quick snap and the lights are out

The absence of skin and the tearing of flesh

People will be chocked by my new exhibition

Ten different pieces of agonising death

I’m in position, I’ll re-create what’s left

You think my work is done with rage and hatred

But you’re so wrong: it’s done with passion

I carefully select what will be my organic canvas

Mankind need to discover the beauty of agony

What am I becoming?

What have I become?

Here I am, becoming the final work

A burning self-portrait

Why am I becoming what I am?

You seem to find my expressive art so chocking

Those who discover my work never really seem to appreciate them

Watch me perform this masterpiece.

Nothing gets more real

A signature written in fresh blood

What am I becoming?

What have I become?

Here I am, becoming the final work

A burning self-portrait

Why am I becoming what I am?