painting, by blackrosesaremyfaverets@>--->---
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im gonna paint a picture
a picture with a twist
a razor is my paintbrush
the canvas is my wrist
my blood becomes the scarlet paint
my veins are lines of blue
and when im done ill have a paainting of a pinkish hue
the canvas is a compleat mess
of pinkish ,blue and red
sometimes i wish it all would end
like a gunshot to the head
at times i wish i could erase
the lines i have so far
but sadly i know i cannot
cuz razors..they leave a scar
i cover my art with bracelets,
bracelets and long sleaves
some times i dont even bother
the colors remind me of fall leaves
i look at my canvas
and see what i have so far
then i get all disappointed
cuz streight the lines all are
becausse i painted a picture
a picture with a twist
because a razor was my paintbrush
and the canvas was my wrist |
Posted: 2011-05-27 20:08:02 UTC |
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2011-07-14 23:18:26 | Natural_beauty_Ashe |
i use to paint the same pic.but not anymore cuz i knew that that pic. could end my life nd i have a 1yr old baby girl to live for |