Graffiti

Graffiti
My skin is my canvas, I paint with my pain
My tears are my water, they fall like rain
I only used one colour, that's all I need
My canvas bursts with abstraction as I bleed
This is my art form, just watch the creativity
Glistening flowers, like spray painted graffiti
It starts with a point, the precision is sharp
Like a sunrise it spreads until it leaves its mark
Isn't it beautiful? The red roses are blossoming
For a moment I'm calm, feel the adrenalin following
All the hurt of my failures and mistakes
Are reflected in my physical pain as they escape
My icicle breath hangs in the air
My graffiti is permanent, the beauty stays there
A constant reminder of the colours within
My black box is locked until I open it again
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