The Lonely Paintbrush


To your smooth shining surface

To your razor sharp edge


You are my sinister brush

For this hurting canvas


Sadly holding you tightly

Gliding you across the delicate surface


Staining it with a dark and haunting red

leaving a deep and endless impression


Carefully making the mark

that will hold such great emotion


Do you love being the cause of pain?

Do you enjoy being the cause of death?


Seemingly ending one's life

only leaving their unforgettable marks


Not even thinking that we could stop

Should we even try to stop?


This silver brush

Longing to feel important


This lonely brush

is just like us


Hoping for a meaning

but finding it in all the wrong ways

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