This portrait of our past fades ever slowly painted tainted by our own hands 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 my bloody canvas explains my life read the tradgedy through the paint like a suicide note mistaken as a masterpeice 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