Art (#2).

I punched
my woman
in the face
'cause I thought
it was art;

I slit my wrists
and wiped
my blood
all over town
'cause it seemed
fun
to live on the edge -

the edge
of the blade,
at least.

I made
a fool
of myself
and fucked with
everyone's heads.

It
got me
nowhere

but I 
sure as Hell
had a good time

(although
I ended up
going to bed
lonely
but drunk).