Artist With a Blade
I am an artist with a blade
I am a heartbeat with a fade
I paint dismay across the canvas of my skin
And beauty is existent amongst the evil of my sin
I have healed on the outside, but something somewhere still burns
Some part of me still aches and my head is taking turns
Arguing with myself, telling me I'm better and that I'm worse
And who am I kidding, maybe this is just my curse
Perhaps I will be forever haunted by the story on my arm
Or maybe because I brought it outside myself I will be forever safe from the harm
That often beat on the door of my heart, begging to let it bleed out
Begging for salvation, for words to be spoken that I could never begin to talk about
Maybe I will always ask the same questions as I am trying to get to know me again
Oh, but when will I find the girl that I have left behind..when?
Maybe the answer I have been looking for is never
Maybe I just have to renew my past, hit refresh and everything will be better..
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