Such a young, beautiful, naive girl
Completely oblivious to the dark side.
The side where everywhere you look you see all these people
Who seem to have given up and lost all hope.
Where anything but sadness is just a memory
That has seem to have long since been forgotten.
Where anything but sadness is just a dream.
Where people long to feel something other than numbness.
It is a world full of the forgotten.
The outcasts, misfits, loners...
And even a few painters.
However, there is a bit of a twist,
Their brush is a razor;
The canvas is their skin.
Such a young, beautiful, naive girl.
Eventually, she grew up
And discovered this world.
The world that distorts the idea of perfect.
Saying that you have to look a certain way
Or act a certain way to be accepted.
This young girl turned into a teenager
And experienced this world.
And just like many others,
She became a painter.
But as I said before, there is a twist.
Her brush a razor;
Her canvas her skin.
Such a young, beautiful, naive girl.
She grew up
And discovered the cruel reality of
The real world.