It's the tiny scratches that appear on each body part
The little red lines all in a row or messy depending on what you prefer as your art
A canvas so soft and delicate no artist could possibly pass up
A little more liquor and a little less hope left in the cup
A star so bright now dim
Nothing but sorrow hides within
All hope and dreams disappear
For all that is yearned for is the reaper
-Chapter song; Inner Demons by Julia Brennan.
