Paint a beautiful picture.
Use blood as the medium.
Hang it high, gather your wool.
A slow metamorphosis to a fallen mantle piece,
with surrounding gaze and ignorance.
Building a statue that scratches the skies,
But only skims the surface...
Freezing the mind
who's lost it's widened eye staring at flame for too long
...because you're a sheep.
You might as well just turn around and follow.
While I'm bleeding,
You're bleating away.
The human mind subsides its widened eye when they or
I find morals to abide.