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