There is beauty in the self destruction
The tearing myself apart
A million pieces torn asunder
It is a work of art
There is beauty in the breaking
In all the tears falling endlessly
Crimson pouring onto the page
It is a work of art
There is beauty in the broken
The heart that is barely holding on
In the hurt that feeds the inspiration
It is a work of art
There is beauty in the scars
The marks that tell a story
Remnants of the past
It is a work of art
There is beauty in the pain
and all the lives it changes
Making the world more colorful
It is a work of art
There is beauty in not knowing
Just walking wherever theh wind blows
Taking chances and risking it all
It is a work of art
There is beauty in the mystery
Truth hidden behind closed doors
Always longing for something more
It is a work of art
I have seen the magic
Inside of all the pain
I can find the art
Inside the fire that always burns to flames