raft an Old Master painting-style image ofIPay ...

Craft an Old Master painting-style image ofIPay On the razors edge I walk, every step I take spills blood of bitter loss, digs into flesh and bones. Behind me a path of roses, never to be treaded again, until the price is paid. Pay with tears, walk for eternity. Give my flesh, satisfy the demons. However it may be done, never will I be the same.