dark quotes

art

I once knew a boy who liked to draw beautiful pictures which no body saw.
He drew by himself alone at night, locked in his bedroom out of sight.
The pictures were strange, they came with a twist. 
His pen was a razor,
His canvas a wrist.
We lay out at night, watching the stars.
When he lifted his sleeve, and showed me his scars.
I wasen't shoked,
I knew what to do.
So i rolled up my sleeve
An said "I draw too."