Paint my Eyes Pretty
I paint my eyes pretty
to subdue the soul.
I paint my eyes pretty
to compromise control.
I draw my own dreams
with pencils and pens.
I draw my own dreams
over focusing the lens.
I sketch my sanity,
Broken and blamed.
I sketch my sanity,
unknown and unnamed.
I earase my early-ons
With something less than pride.
I earase my early-ons
Knowing that by the pen
I have died.