I draw pictures no one see
No one knows about them but me
I draw then when it's late at night
In my room and out of sight
My drawings don't need paper and pen
But they make a slight mess every now and again
My drawings have a little twist
You see they're all drawn in my skin
Not with a pen that will wash away
No, they're all drawn with a
RAZOR BLADE
YOU ARE READING
Violet Flowers
PoetryMy friends asked me to publish some of my poetry soooooooo here we are.
