Blood on the Canvas

Sadistic Art.

What is going on?

Where the hell has my head gone?

The room is spinning.

Bottles cover the floor.

Falling, drowning.

Keep my heart sane.

Pull my hair out.

What's my name?

I'm alone on this street.

She found her heart on her phone.

I asked, but no one is home.

I found my deceit.

Oh, sleepless night

Oh, sleepless night

Painting my blood on the canvas.

A pallet of memories.

Depictions of pleasure.

A brush of your hair to dip and rinse.

In a cup full of sorrow.

Where am I?

How am I going to live with I?

My heart is pounding

Knives scatter the floor.

Cutting, slicing

Keep my heart here

Gouge out my eyes

What's my name?

Author's Note

Not the worst, but certainly not the best.