CUT PLEASED
- Unknown
- May 20, 2016
- 1 min read





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 pictures 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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