You call it unhealthy.
I call it artwork.
I draw.
Without pencils or paper.
I paint.
Without a paintbrush.
My arm is the canvas.
The saftey pin. The razor.
My medium of choice.
You call it blood.
I call it paint.
You call it pain.
I call it peace.
You call it addiction.
I call it no need to stop.
I call it artwork. The artwork,
Of a bloody artist.