behind the craze, there is a pretty sunset

She can paint a lovely picture but this picture has a twist. Her paintbrush is a razor and her canvas is her wrist. She paints her pretty picture in a color that’s blood red. While using her sharp paintbrush, she ends up finally dead. Her pretty pictures fading quite slowly on her arm. The blood is not racing through her. She can no longer do harm. She painted her pretty picture but her picture had a twist. You see, her mind was the razor and her heart was just her wrist.

- Anonymous

No, I am not suicidal. I just find it beautiful. Okay, maybe I am a bit sad. That's it though.

Current location: Arctic (air- conditioning, you know?)
Current mood: amused
Current music: O Children- Nick Cave and the Bad Seeds