I am an artist
I draw only with silver markers
I use only the color red
On paper thin skin
With wrists so sore and scared
From words left so unspoken
and Lies that saw the light

I am an artist
Crafting my own destruction
Using tools so beautiful
Like paint on a canvas
And silver brushes marking the smooth soft surface
I use the blooms of white flows now dyed red

I am an artist
Fulfilling my own dream
With swift marks
And Angry motions
With dark colors
And red paint
With colorful bottles of unknown origin
With liquid like gold
And dead mans poison

I am an Artist
Of pain and death

I am an Artist
Of which I am no more