She sat on her desk with the brush on her hand
She stare at the blank canvas in front of her
Her mind is somewhere far away, letting her imagination run free
She sighs as her hand involuntarily strokes on the empty sheet.
Not really knowing how would her painting look like
Mixing colors in one artwork, maybe life is complicated after all
Random memories flow inside her mind as emotions collide
Stroke by stroke, she looks at her nearly finish magnificient art
Tears began to fall as she realize what her mind's been thinking
To her despair, it was a painting of herself
All covered with brownish black color, being surrounded by thorns.
Her mouth was sealed with a black rose.
After all, all she ever wanted was to be free.
