A Twisted Picture
How about I paint a picture,
A picture with a twist,
A knife as my paintbrush,
My canvas, my wrist,
It truely is magic,
Writing with silver,
And it turns red,
Where something,
That looks so lively,
Suddenly ends up dead.
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