She can paint a pretty picture but this picture had a twist. Her paintbrush is her razor and her canvas is her wrist. She paints her pretty picture in a color that's blood red. While using her sharp paint brush she finally ends up dead. Her pretty picture fading, quite slowly on her arm. The bloods no longer racing through her, she can no longer do herself harm. She painted her pretty picture but her picture had a twist. With her sharp sharp razor, and her pretty canvas wrist. You see her mind was the razor and her heart was just the wrist.
