Corrupted

He wasn't always this way, but they ripped what he loved most away from him locked him in a dark room and told him to work. So he did, he picked up that needle and thread and sewed until the bones of his nimble fingers were exposed. And when his wedding ring finally had no finger to hold onto it fell on the cold concrete, as the cling of the metal hit the ground a wide smile spread over his features. He had finished his greatest masterpiece and faded away as he watched someone else present it to the world as theirs. His madness brought brilliance and left a mark on this world but that very world will never know the creators name.