In the dark room came moonlight
Gently peeking, filling it with light
Taking sight of unpleasantries
Yet somehow still beautiful

With pale skin, and brown dull eyes
Her long hair flailing around
She's painted in red with excess
dripping dripping dripping

An artwork of demons in her own head
Emotions engraving abstractions on skin
With blades as her pen
The blood colored in

The sight is intoxicating
Realing you in, it is hypnotizing
How beautifully painted in red
How void of emotions, how dead.