Dulcet Mania- Part Three: The Artist

The effect is a divine and stinging rush,
I drink it in, cherishing the taste;
Cinnamon and copper, so addictive.
A curious little sensation, beautiful,
so morbid and comforting.
Obsession, habit and dark inspiration stirs
and I embrace my silver scalpel.
I am the artist, sculpting my inner torment
to beautiful crimson perfection.
All of it races hot from my veins,
escaping down my ivory canvas as the
tangled strings of my mania unravel,
and I am enveloped in the rapture
of sweet, red satin