Living Canvas

Every mark, every bruise
Is a brush stroke that I choose
I am the artist and I paint in blacks and blues
Knot by knot, one by one
'Til my masterpiece is done
My fingerprints on your red lace reflection

A depiction of dirty deed
My addiction I need to feed

Somewhere someone
Has clipped her dirty wings
Her feathers the pleasure she brings

Be my means, be my muse
Be the only thing that I have left to lose
A darkened canvas stretched out and abused
Shattered glass, broken frame
This provocatrix I've tamed
Hung in the hall for all the world to see

A depiction of dirty deed
My addiction I need to feed

Somewhere someone
Has clipped her dirty wings
Her feathers the pleasure she brings

Somewhere
Someone
I am the artist and you're my canvas

Her silent screams go unheard
Her scars, my signature