They say our bodies
Are like canvases
Waiting for us to become artists
To portray our lives, for all to see.

The canvas that I own,
Is not any less beautiful than yours

I have marks from the world,
And hair dye running down my spine
Pink and purple lines trail down my thighs

Sighing deeply I stare in the mirror,
Is my canvas tainted?

glass shattering nights
blood pouring from the surface
what have i become

You,
Your my favorite part of the day,
The way your hair falls down your face
Like oceans flowing across ice bergs
Your smile,
Beautiful like the crescent moon in the sky,
Bringing brightness to my soul as
I gaze upon your beauty.
Too bad,
You stabbed me in the chest
With your words of hate, and deceit
For you,
You were so beautiful
That crescent moon in the sky,
Has disappeared
And all i see,
Is dark

Baby,
Darling,
What are you doing?
Opening up your skin
Releasing demons within
Leaving trails of red
And eyes like oceans.
Baby.
Darling.
Where did you go?

(C)orruption
(U)nderneath
(T)attered
(T)orn
(E)lectrifying
(R)apt­ure