cutting story

cutting poem

she paints a pretty picture
but the story has a twist
her paint brush is a razor
and her canvas was her wrist
she paints a pretty picture
in a color that's blood red

While using her sharp paint brush
she finally ends up dead
her pretty picture fading
quit slowly on her arm
the blood is no longer through her
she can no longer do any harm

she paints her pretty picture
but it has a twist............
you see her mind was the razor
and her heart was her wrist