I Draw Red

Tonight
I draw my masterpiece
The paint gushing out and down
The most beautiful thing I can imagine
I put down the tool
My lips curve
When I smell the rusty paint.

I try to blend in
How can I be normal
if the canvas is my wrist
If the toll is my blade
If the paint is my blood
Would you accept
the scars scattered
the complete wreck out of me?
Trust me you can't
Cause I tried.