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The artist goes insane,

Collapsing atop his lover's grave,

Drunk and consumed by pain,

Over his lover, he couldn't save.

With the blade's kiss tracing his wrist,

He draws his blood to let her in.

Painting her portrait in blood and grief,

He surrenders to a gravely sin.

A masterpiece of passionate love,

Drawing parallels between life and death. Her soul rose from the bloody canvas,

As the artist grasps for breath.

Her eyes, filled with longing and sorrow,

A silent plea of love, she desired.

With a cut on his throat he ends his life, Embracing death for the woman he admired.