You carved my arms with a blade
You painted my lips with your anger
You thought i was a canvas
And shaded with my blood and yours
You felt good when the blood was flowing
And thought it was mesmerizing
You coloured my soul with your sins
While it was pure as an infant's soul
-f.f.f
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