Suffering is just a state of mind
So I've been told
"Smile. It'll ease the hurt."
But what if it hurts to smile?
Curved lips, all photographic
But not so much photogenic
You say you'd prefer a portrait
Turmoil-based paint
Each stroke so precise, so anguished
Caution: may cause irritation
Razor paintbrush
I've got canvas-like arms
Torture is a form of art
Shock my nerves
Every cell seems languished
Without any sign of transcience
Such useless tribulation
Always searching for fractures
Painstakingly frantic
Flawless mirror to all eyes but mine
Shatter.sharpshards.everywhere
Crimson rain falls to end the draught
Malnourished spirit
I've got ghost-like bones
Torture is a form of art
Swallow your mood
A bottle of white
If it weren't so bitter, why not?
Sure, these soldiers fight well
But they make me feel weak
The way they battle my war
Knowing well I'd never win
Morning glory, the sky is violent pink
By noon, three pigments darker
Different shades of familiar pain
Moonflower, you will conquer
Withered apple blossoms
I've got a belljar-like mind
Torture is a form of art
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