words of pain, Too many to list
cause an urge to paint my wrist.
not green, not blue, but a shade of red.
growing darker as I sit on my bed
the paintbrush used is plenty thin
capable of painting deep within
painting with this pain of mine
the red paint drips, drying with time.
time that was wasted, I should have been gone
deep in the ground no pain left to feed on
