she paints amazing paintings,
she writes beautiful poems,
she sings wonderful lyrics,
she dances fantastic choreography.

except there's a little twist to this
incredible artist-

she paints amazing paintings on her body,
she writes beautiful poems in the form of tears,
she sings wonderful lyrics from the desolate part of her heart,
she dances fantastic choreography by the demons shadowing her soul.

she doesn't know reality from dreams or imaginations,
she doesn't know what real happiness is; just plastered smiles,
she doesn't know if it's genuine care or just adulation,
she doesn't know anything anymore,
all that she knows now is
pure
dark
                                                s ­        a          d           n         e         s              s    


and she can't escape.


**(a.p)