Drawing

Drawing, upon drawing ill draw
My arm as paper, a blade as lead
Very pretty pictures turn out
In the beautiful colour crimson red

My tissue as an eraser
To wipe away the red
Draw me a beautiful picture
Thats exactly what you said

I could let you down
So i did what you asked
My wrist in full view
And the blade i grasped

The word ALONE
Carved into my skin
And forever it will be
On the surface and within