razorbladevixen

i'll paint you a picture
but theres just one twist
the paintbrush is a knife
and the paper is my wrist
i'll draw something pretty;
it might be a sin
the sketch is made of blood
and the papers made of skin
i'll write down a pretty poem;
and this is what i'll do
i'll fit it full of pain
and send it strait to you
i'll mold you a pretty sculpture;
make it of a heart
i'll make it out of me
and hope it falls apart
i'll send you a pretty package;
but here's a trick you'll see
i'll fit it full of pieces
and the pieces are of me.