Author Information
My Art
Standing as tall
As I possibly can
Putting my full crimson colored lips
Against the Microphone
My raven hair a complete mess
It cloaks and covers my wet hazel eyes
My bleeding wounds
They cover my arms, keep me
Alive
My dreams, my everything
They're in my work
My art expresses my life, who I am
It comes from my heart
It comes from the the depths of my soul
It comes from the fact
That I want to Love
To be loved
But I can't
So as I feel the blood pouring
From my veins and hitting the floor
I know I have more piece of art
This time the art will be my words
My unsugar coated words
In rythm and sorrow
Forming a translucent sheet
To be thrown over my web of deceit
For everyone to know how I feel
How Fucked up I really am
So here it is
My master piece
I leave you all
With my cold and loveless goodbye
