23.07.12

she paints a lovely picture

but this story has a twist

her paintbrush is her razor

her canvas is her wrist

she paints a pretty picture

in a color that's blood red

while using her sharp paintbrush

she ends up finally dead

her pretty pictures fading

quite slowly on her arm

the blood isn't racing through her

she can no longer harm

she painted her pretty picture

but this story had a twist

you see her mind was her razor

and her heart was just her wrist