Morbid painter

Morbid painter come here close
And paint me with a wilting rose...

Dry my tears so you can
Paint a smile on my ashen face
With a feather dipped in the blood
Of an angel fallen from grace...

Make me swallow the needles
So you can make my voice mute
And I won't answer anymore
As we'll be safe from dispute...

Stain my skin with acrylics,
Make me feel dirty inside -
Take the feather and sting my heart
So I'll have no more place to hide...

Make my beats silent
So my body will soon die
And I won't be anymore trouble
As my life is yours to deny...

Morbid painter leave me here
And paint my death as I disappear...