My Art

Lying in darkness losing my mind ...but still attempting to retrieve it my sanity and i lay there with the straight razor i jacked from the high school art room used to make things beautiful this is my art hold it to my skin not too much pressure not sure i want to regress yet then decide, who cares? just a little scratch if they see, just lie with my eyes to the floor yes they know they can tell my eyes dart from floor to ceiling ultimately telling the truth and trying to save me but when the scratches deepen i can only save me too deep and too many they start to add up the skin is like canvas this is my art such beautiful hues of red and drying almost black i keep regressing and breaking promises and i still love you but i love my art