My Canvas

by Miss Kayla   Aug 23, 2005


I have a canvas and I have a brush
But my canvas is my arm
And my brush is a knife
I brush a perfect red line
So simple but so effective
I release my pain and hurt
I release everything inside
I just want to keep painting
I only use one color when i paint
that color is red. that's it
nothing but bright thin red
i wouldnt paint with any other color
i want to keep painting on my canvas until all i can see is the only color i use
watch the paint drip from my canvas onto the floor until i cant feel a thing
I have a canvas and i have a brush
but my canvas is my arm
and my brush is a knife

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  • 19 years ago

    by nobody

    This is great. i liked the wayyou used repeat. its really good, i can relate

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