Artificial Sacrafice

I'm going to offer my body up for the sake of art,
I'll be punished for all the vandalism I've commited,
It's only fair for my body to be hung upside down amongst trafic lights.

"Draw on me" will read the sign around my neck,
With few fingers missing,
And chunks gnawed out of my chest.

Human canvas, yeah. that'll be me.
I'll have carvings etched into my skin,
Initials wrapped in hearts,

All for the sake of art.

I'll offer up my body,
To repay everyone and everything
that's had to clean up what I thought was beautiful.

Headaches.

I wish my life were on paper, not like written out, but I want it to be on paper. I want rips on my sheets, water stains through major quotes, things to be erased and parts to get lost. I think that'd be interesting. Life on paper, how would that feel? Everything would be rather plain, monotomous if you may. Ofcourse we'd have an everchanging landscape. People could change the sky if they really wanted, we could actually have our own skies, suns, moons and stars. Ofcourse, I'd rather just one big moon, not individual moons.

But what if someone didn't approve of this or the way it was made/supplies used? Would they step up and change it? I know I would run inside to grab my step-stool and the supplies needed. I would stand atop my step-stool and paint the sky till my hearts content. Maybe then they would see the world from my eyes. But who knows, it's a given that someone wouldn't like my opinion, and they would come along and change it. Thus an everchanging landscape.

(So, he needs a belly button/a not so big right arm.)