Art of Borderlines

A Poem by KMU

A point of view of a wrist cutter. .

O that scenery I must capture,
Thrilled, excited, I'll paint this picture.
Beautiful red, I'll paint with greed,
With greed indeed, let this canvas bleed.

Each stroke I make, it makes me shiver,
The art I made, they mustn't discover.
False art critics don't appreciate,
The masterpiece I want to create.

My stainless brush, and my vibrant red,
The companions I try to defend.
With each stroke I make, I breathe with ease,
The excitement gradually increase.