The Theatrical Dissection

I contemplate my masterpiece from the top
This is the essence of despair… In meat form
At each slice my history is renewed
I see the red flow overflowing in ecstasy

I feel my fist right through the flesh
Scream… Cry… I'm fed by your despair
I get numbed by your ashes
Eternally in your memory will burn the flames of my soul

But something still is missing… It's still incomplete
I still see many patterns of normality
I can see how mediocre I was
Then everything was turned into anguish

The pleasures of pain start to corrupt me.. At any stab
See how the torn muscle looks sublime
The skin starts to mix with the ground… And the sand
And I finish my symphony… For now