• ld_nardini 5w

    Pretty Picture (Poem By Arianna Helton)

    He paints a pretty picture,
    But the story has a twist,
    The paintbrush is his razor,
    And the canvas is his wrist,
    He paints a pretty picture,
    In a color that’s blood-red,
    While using his sharp paintbrush, He ends up finally dead,
    His pretty picture fading,
    Quite slowly on his arm,
    Blood is not racing through him,
    He can no longer do harm,
    He painted his pretty picture,
    But the story had a twist,
    You see his mind was his razor,
    And his heart was his wrist