Woman\'s hand, woman\'s heart
I\'m told my body is a work of art.
From every curve and body part,
I can feel his eyes tearing me apart.
Come with me he said
I\'ll let you paint with red.
I knew the crimson ink would stain the bed.
But before he got too close I killed him in my rosebed.
I paint with it while your heart sinks.
You wish you were that missing link,
But you\'re just here to supply me with my ink.
My blood paint
Is enough to even make the strongest faint.
You watch as I give birth with it while you\'re kept in restraint.
Crimson ink, with it I create
While you patiently await
for when we can finally relate.
But I never realized it until it was too late.
I paint with it while your heart sinks,
You really were that missing link,
You died again faster than my eye could blink.
I wanted to paint for you,
But my grief for you just grew.
I felt as though no one else could live up to you
While I was in denial I knew it was true.
Sliding the blad