Sonntag, 26. Februar 2012

She paints a pretty picture
but this picture has a twist
you see.. her paintbrush is a razor
and her canvas is her wrist


she paints her pretty picture
in a color thats blood red
while using her sharp painbrush
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 the razor
and her heart was just her wrist


-hab den Autor nicht gefunden ok war eben auch noch bisserl zu faul zum suchen...später evtl aber fand den text schön (schön?! ja hm die die s verstehen sind wie ich)-

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