What's Your Reason

Give me one good reason not to let you into my veins?
My skin is your canvas, there's no need for restraint.
Splatter your ideas with vivid red paint,
Until there is nothing left but pain.

I'll take the burn, the tingling pricks,
The chill of your paint, dripping from my finger tips
I'll take it all; the echoing drips
Without a cry from my red painted lips.

I won't move I'll obey;
But you paint the canvas exactly as I say.
Let the paint land wherever it may
Why live for tomorrow when we can paint today?