What have i become?
a canvas for your twisted art?
your hunger is my malnutrition-
your lullabye my nightmare.
but you are beautiful,
and i cannot stop.
and oh. this picture you've painted is gorgeous.
the color of sin and the color of pain.
the colors of bruises and blood.
the gray of cigarettes and their burns.
the pain is adrenaline.
the hate is passion.
and i hate every minute of the pain.
your painting is complete with the white of your smile.
you cut me one last time.
and i think you are beautiful.
this is what i've become.
