Pretty
She painted pretty pictures; with all his pretty lies
She filled the canvas up with words; colored in with pretty dyes
She didn’t know the colors were all he’d leave her with
And every pretty story he told was really just a myth
She thought the world was beauty and believed the words he told
Trusted that the heart he gave her was really one of gold
But the weight she carried wasn’t gold but ugly pain and hurt
His heart was filled with others blood, scars and filthy dirt
She never had suspected the words were untrue
Until the day she noticed the paintings were turning into something new
The colors were all running, the dye was cheap and old
All the colors were now brown and gray instead of blue and gold
What once was a sunset sky and miles of deep blue seas
Was now an ugly and dark forest of twisted and dying trees
And lurking in its depths were monsters named Insecurity and Deceit
Their twisted forms and evil eyes made her heart skip a beat
She was filled with terror as she realized what she had done
That her painting had melted; fires of hell made of what was once the sun
And while it was his words that made the picture, she couldn’t help but moan
Because he was not the one who made the painting; she had done that on her own
-cas
