I'm in a weird mood so I wrote this. See if you can guess who is the person that is dead? Also its after a fight nothing like abuse.
Disclaimer: I do not own bleach
Quite beautiful isn't it.
I always thought myself an artist.
I love how the colours splash together.
The contrast so dramatic like a show.
Red and white.
A bright, ruby red.
A frosty, delicate white.
So lovely.
My most brilliant piece.
Slashes at the fabric, replaced with gashes and cuts.
I must say that he bruises ever so beautifully.
And the expression!
I must say I have beaten Van Gogh himself.
Shock stamped onto his petite face
Looking like an innocent, naive child.
The green orbs so wide that it looks like a wounded kitten.
Now the finale of my piece of art.
A long deep knife wound.
So ghastly.
So gory.
So pretty.
Drops spread out everywhere.
His wings sliced in intricate designs.
Sprays are splashed over the wings like explosions.
And I failed art at the academy.
Ok slightly upsetting but I hope its ok!