Criss-Crossed Cuts

Criss-crossed cuts,
All down my wrists,
Perfect and painful,
Insert and twist.

Blood-stained and beautiful,
This picture I'll draw,
A broken hearted angel,
With a bloody chainsaw.

I need these colors,
So pretty- so red,
All for the the painting,
And for this angel I bled.

Now the paintings finished,
And with it ends my life,
Curse the bloody outcome,
Curse this bloody knife.

Criss-crossed cuts,
All down my wrists,
Perfect and painful,
Insert and twist.