You grabbed your red and black paint
And painted a target on my chest
The paint was so cold
And the brush was tough like bristles
While the image of your body
Was getting tattooed in my head
You took one look
And said that it was perfect
Without a second though
You ended my life
Carving your initials
Straight into the pump
That kept me alive
About the Creator
Ulises Urzua
Whatever my mind thinks of.
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