For Those Suicidal Kids
Poem #5
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He saw her pretty picture
In the color of blood red
But the story has a twist
You see he painted one too
In the color of blood red
You see his knife was his paint brush
And his canvas was his neck
While using his bright paint brush
He ends up finally dead
His pretty picture fading
Quite slowly on his neck
The blood long gone
He can no longer do harm
He painted his pretty picture
But his picture had a twist
You see his paint brush was his girl
And his canvas was him.
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