KOKO CARRASCO “Beautiful Devil”

Demon?

The cold textured feelings, ripping up my arm,
the saddened look, I give out – screaming help.
The black and white layer is for a reason,
the mask of the witch doctor, laid on her face,
I don’t want to involve myself in beauty so painful,
it’s seems so sadistic of me, yet an artistic advantage.
When you scream out and call me wrong,
I’ve learnt to love the agony that pain brought.
The reason for the pain is because when it began,
it began on false alarms – they mistook me.