She is an artist
but shes different
she uses metal paintbrushes
and a living canvas full of paint
see her paintbrushes are razor blades
her paint is but one colour
a colour crimson red
see her canvas is her wrists and hips
she covers them in kisses and hugs
there just not the kind you think of
see her paint is already in the canvas
she just has to let it out
let it show her emotions
every crimson kiss and razor blade hug
leaves a great artistic impression
a cut today a scar for the rest of her life
see she is an artist
her perspective is just a little different
see her razor blade was her paintbrush
and her wrists and hip
they were the canvas of her heart