painting

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