to keep everything in track
when everybody wandering around with their thoughts or perspective
of a single picture

Her body is the color of the reddest roses,
Cheeks shimmer with the brightest of highlighters,
Eyes flooded with the thickest blood,
"I am what I am,"
I am RM

I am the red roses & thorned vines fused
"If you look at me in the face,
Do you think that you can find you?
Do you think that what I have in me,
Is what you hold in you?"
Imperfections painted on the walls of a thousands cells in my library,
A mural with demons & angels,
Even though the borders of my enchanted forests screams hell....
Living I'm alive,
I'm breathing better aren't I?
She's doing good in life,
But she knows she'll live 5 times,
Because 5 is the magic number,
Entities in 4 different colors....

Her face is painted with makeup,
It's an illusion to the face, that she wakes up with,
All of my good and happy moments ,
That have failed to exist,
Can't you see it ?
Her eyes shows what she has seen,
Her feet shows where she has gone,
Her hands shows what she has created,
A monster living in a world not so sacred,
On the run, she's on the run,
In the night ,
She's on the run...

This is her description..

Eyes
That glow
Red in the dark
And a tail long
That lashes
Back
And forth.
Thick hide
Dark scales.
Spines and
Hard plates
[sharp]                                      Down the neck                                  [angles]
To shoulders wide and broad, leather tough and veins bold, wings old
A strong back and rippled spine, spines and scales from an iron mine
Ancient legs that drag and carry ancient weight, no longer merry
Fire formed in cavernous lungs, fat hangs low on hollow bones
Too slow and old now to fly, still longing for younger days
And memories so old and dark of times gone by
Of men in gleaming metal with swords sharp
Of horses carrying armies over hill and dale
Of younger days and greener grass
Of chasing dames and fights with fire
No worries     no troubles         no pain
But              time marches          past
   Scales fall off
  spines dull
   Eyes that
   Once glew
   Shut away
  And men
   Of metal
  Armour
  And
  Steel
  Win
The
Day