Pretty little princess with a dead heart,
The only thing she really adores is art.
Not that anyone can see,
She's always quick like a bee.
That fake smile,
My god, it goes for a mile.
Her art is unique, not one thing the same,
Why does she think she is insane?
Is it true that happiness comes?
All of her's just runs.
She sees herself as the dead girl,
Her head is always in a swirl.
Crying, screaming, helpless and scared,
The dead girl will soon be dared.
He'll challenge her art,
Seeing how fast she can start.
Her canvas is covered, may she can paint over?
The dead girl is ready, tool in hand,
She only wants to get off this land.
Her tool is silver, then turns red,
Because the only thing she wants, is to be dead.
~7-17-14~
