Peyton paints a pretty picture, But the story has a twist, Her paint brush is a razor And her canvas is her wrist, She paints her pretty picture In a color that’s blood red While using her sharp pain brush She ends up finally dead Her pretty pictures fading Quite slowly on her arm The blood is not racing through her She can no longer do harm She painted her pretty picture But her picture had a twist You see her mind was her razor And her heart was her wrist
Posted on: Sun, 21 Jul 2013 06:39:21 +0000
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