A Portrait With Different Frames Of Mind

There she was
Her face  painted with a touch of motivation
Another stroke of the brush and she was smiling
Her facade seemed like a seamless lining

Yet her shell was lying
Underneath her skin was the truths location
Where her heart and soul were vying
Attempting to force a revelation
The war ensued even though she was tired of the fighting

There sat the devil, he looks upon the battle with admiration
Over and over again, he did not stop trying
He had her soul, already advanced to the stage of dehydration
He took her heart to start the process of brining
Salting it so that it would begin drying

However, there was a slight miscalculation
To himself The Devil was lying
Forgetting that she was the key holder to his cessation

Now she looked down while truly smiling
She banished him to his final destination
The shocked look on the beasts face was fading
He was in the end stages of sedimentation

Her painting was now rapidly changing
No more frustration
Her future was becoming a beautiful creation


©2013 Miss Morbid