Draw, draw a picture on your wrist,
Draw this picture with a twist.
Draw it with a razor blade,
Draw it deep and hard, until away you fade.
Splatter paint upon a canvas,
Splatter the canvas in red.
Splatter it with a gun,
Splatter the wall as your senses run.
Hang, hang a mobile on the ceiling,
Hang it high so all may see how you're feeling.
Hang it with a tight noose,
Hang it until your body drops loose.
This is art with a twist,
Art resulting in death.
Art stemmed from depression,
This is real.
Apr 3, 2013
Apr 3, 2013 at 2:06 PM UTC
Draw, draw a picture on your wrist,
Draw this picture with a twist.
Draw it with a razor blade,
Draw it deep and hard, until away you fade.
Splatter paint upon a canvas,
Splatter the canvas in red.
Splatter it with a gun,
Splatter the wall as your senses run.
Hang, hang a mobile on the ceiling,
Hang it high so all may see how you're feeling.
Hang it with a tight noose,
Hang it until your body drops loose.
This is art with a twist,
Art resulting in death.
Art stemmed from depression,
This is real.
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