Bloody Canvas

This isn't a joke anymore, 

Voice hoarse from laughing.

How did you become such a joke,

With a wicked smile? 

It's not funny anymore is it?

Chiseled wounds, go perfect with your mind.

Salt your wounds with your tears,

No one will stop you.

Your cycle of living is horrid,

Painting your story on these walls.

How tragic, you poor thing,

Too bad you wasted yourself away.

No, I won't stop,

Taunt all I want.

You deserve what you get,

Never did I ask to do this.

It's over,

Will your mind splattered on the canvas.

Here's the catch, Darling,

You never spill your thoughts again.

Next time it could kill you,

Horrific thoughts, that is.

Don't let them mimic you,

Darling, That's my job.