Magic WandDragons fly through poison skies, their whispers in the windLadybugs in black sandcastles, scratches on your skinHopscotch over quicksand, and a castle made of dirtShining silver crowns and dancing 'round in spinning skirtsBloody, ruined princesses locked up in towers tallWatching as the prince quickly begins to fallSlowly, as the innocence does take her darling lifePlease do watch now, as the magic wand becomes a knife...
HateIt was born with youand with youit withered.It broke me in twothen assembled medifferently.
Canvas Is The MirrorA canvas is a mirrorThe paint drips down with my reflectionThe canvas is my mirrorMaybe imperfectBut only becauseThe canvas is me.The canvas is your mirrorAs the brush tickles its surfaceThe canvas is our mirrorMessyUgly And beautiful. The canvas is a mirrorThe depth of the artwork stares back into myEyes.After all, I do not paint a canvasBecause the canvasPaintsMe.
Maybe I should draw more of these, what do u guyz think?