You tease me. You invite me to stare shamelessly at your pale skin. I sense perfectly red blood coursing through your veins. Your puckered lips are but a part of an elaborate scheme. Winning victims through love is a fulfilling prophecy, and I, its mean. The synchrony of your movements engages my naked eyes. I swivel at my spot for a moment too long. The reason, by now, apparent to everyone you've sought. Use your blood to Paint. Keep painting until you faint. Keep painting until you die.