Do you see what I've done? It's all for you! Every line, all the color! You told me your favorite was red. Do you see the supreme cuts I’ve made? The near perfect carvings of each and every surface. Every drop I dedicate to you!
The beautiful spatter it made when it spilled as I  CUT. The subtleties behind it almost overwhelm the senses!
Aren’t you proud?
You did say this is what I was worth. And so, for you my darling, here is my masterpiece! Of course my love, we haven’t much time to talk of how my work moves you. No time to discuss the intricacies of each and every movement made to compose such a crescendo! But quickly, before time runs out, consider the way the light brings out every flaw! There is beauty there! But now there is no time left at all. Oh my love I tried.
Tried to make you smile with my work. Yet you do not smile now at all. You only lay there staring.
staring.
staring.
It seems so unfair you should not enjoy this too. But we all must make sacrifices for our art.
This is yours. You are mine. But I fear it will affect you more.
Please do tell me how cold the grave is. Let me know how dark and quiet each minute is as it slips by. You’ll whisper in my ear as the others do, won’t you? They are all the same.
Though I am afraid you will become like so many others have- lost in the crowd like too many china dolls, unloved and gathering dust on a lonely shelf in the attic.
Oh of course you’ll be the loudest one. For awhile.

But every artist knows to continue his work with diligence to make his mark in this world.
So soon you’ll be just another doll, fixing a cold dead stare on my mind, watching through dull eyes as I create my newest and most brilliant masterpiece.
           Aren’t you proud?