A Bloody Canvas Paroles

a masterpeice now forgotten

our work of art

can you paint this shattered heart?

shades of red and gray line my heartstrings

but theyve snapped and i'll use them as a noose

an artists dream of beauty now realized

suicide

wrists bleed red to dry inblack

ike my paints have dried with time

artwork
thats not what i meant

my tears stain blue

my blood dries black

and yet you say wonderful

handmade by a broken heart

our work of art

call it modern, call it new

just say its the best youve ever seen

mistake my pain for a masterpieice

but just know the highest bidder will adore my blood at night

i wont be around to see it