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