Psychopathic Artist
Lets Play Artist,
Artists of Hell.
Lets play Artists,
Mutilating ourselves.
The brush is a knife,
Dull and used.
Paint is our blood,
Crimsonly abused.
Lets play Artist,
Shredding our skin.
Lets play artist,
The spiralling begins.
Dragging us down,
Like our blood on the floor.
Praying not to be an
Attention whore.
Lets play Artist,
Under our sleeves.
Lets play Artist,
Thinking of our make believe.
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