The Art Of Bleeding

by Unknown2Thyself   Feb 8, 2005


Each time she cuts herself,
she paints a picture.
Using her own blood,
making it look like blood red paint.

Every time her parents came in,
they'd tell her what a lovely job she did.
Never knowing that these pictures,
were created with her own blood and pain.

So many paintings she did,
with so many cuts on her wrists.
Little did her parents know,
her last painting would be her
DEATH!

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  • 19 years ago

    by KENNY

    have you ever tried this its actual really hard

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