Cut Pleased
May 20, 2016
She paints a pretty picture,
but her story is a twist,
her paint brush is a razor
and her canvas in her wrist.
She paints her pretty picture
in a color that is blood red
while using her sharp paint brush,
she ends up finally dead.
Her pretty picture's fading
quite slowly on her arm.
The blood is not racing through her,
she can no longer do harm.
She painted her pretty picture
but her picture had a twist,
you see her mind was a razor
and her heart was her wrist.
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