She paints a pretty picture but the story has a twist, Her paint brush is a razor and the canvas is her wrist, she paints a pretty picture in the color thats blood red, While using her sharp paint brush she ends up finaly dead Her pretty picture fadeing quite slowly on her arm The blood is not tracing trough her She can no longer do harm. she painted a pretty picture but it has a twist you see her mind was the razor and her heart was her wrist.
