here goes nothing..

The art

The cold metal touches my skin.
I slowly push with force.
The blood begins to trickle down
Only to realize the blade is like a paint brush
Slowly but gently making art.
This is a special kind of art.
My skin acts as an easel.
And the blood acts as a paint.
The more detail the better.
I go deeper to find more blood oozing.
The cold metal marking its territory.
Then finishing with an autograph or a signature.
The words that I once wanted to speak but never had the courage to say are finally said.
The tears that have never fell finally fall.
The thoughts I've always had are now coming to realization.
This life I've once lived is now slowly ending.
My breaths get shorter Along with my life.
Goodbye world.
I finally made an artwork worth keeping.

**Tionna**