Thin little line
drawin in steel
fill it in red
until it spills over
smears the canvas
that once was blank
And the pain of this art
helps one think
More little lines
not new
but still there
reminders of failures past
and more pain to come
and the red drying paint
helps one think
Criss crossing lines
form odd shapes and designs
I've lost count but I swear
that I don't want to die
Every slash
every line
helps me think