This dreadful life,
Made up of hate and misery,
Emotions are useless.
It causes us pain and sorrow.
How do I get out of this horrid place?
Give me a Canvas,
And give me a double-sided blade,
Then I'll paint you a master piece.
The paint starting from crimson,
To a brown color.
Do you like my Canvas?
I look at the marks on my arms,
Do I clean it?
Do I wash it?
Do I wipe it off?
Or do I let the world see what It's done to me?
So, let me ask you this again, "Do you like my Canvas?"