I'm painting a picture all in red
My blood is the ink
My blade is my pen
My canvas it torn and scarred
From my pens sharp tip
But I don't care I welcome it
As my ink falls
It takes a piece of me
And I know this is all I'll ever be
I'm weak and I'm fragile
And my pictures are deep
They're all that's left that expresses me
Each line is a release
Of all the emotions bottled up inside of me
I know I won't make it
I know I'm gone
It's no secret to those who care enough to see it
My thoughts are scattered but strong
All I can hear is the calling of death
And the melody of a sad song
All I know how to do is paint with my blood and a blade
All I can do is create more pictures on my fragile canvas skin
My thoughts won't let me go
So I just sit and let the blood flow
I've lost the war
Between myself and my demons
I guess love has always been my weakness
I'm to quick to trust
To easily broken
And now all my feelings are left unspoken
I'm an empty shell
My emotions have fled
On to the canvas
Along with the red
I know it's over
My picture is smeared
And my ink is drained
I've dropped my pen
And now I'm dead
