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.