Her body is tattooed with scars and butterflies and symbols only she knows what they mean
Men have cut open their bodies and bleed for her name, and sacrifice their souls for her love
Stars die at the beat of her heart
You will always find her sitting in a dusty corner of an empty room
Somewhere, someplace it matters not
Dreaming of her, obsessed to find god
She is neither the beginning nor the end
She is the story that is in-between the writing on the wall
Secrets, whispers in the dark the eyes that watch you
She smells forbidden, of exotic flowers
To look in her eyes, you will never be the same
Lost and confused, walking somewhere
Lost in her own thoughts of miracles and transformation of the flesh
An art she masters in, the body she has mutilated, the art she has created
Leaving the victims wishing for more
Carrie Ann kawa 4/1997
cak 1/1994
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