Her canvas

Little girl that knew how to draw, 
Painting pictures and drawings that nobody saw.
So Late at night, that nobody knew.
Swallows up by the darkness, that's when they grew.
She pulled down her sleeves, and begged on her knees,
To the monster inside that made her insane,
But she kept on drawing, there was no pain.
They kept getting bigger, then and again, on her body they grew, no need for paper and pen.
Looking up at the sky, so dark but the moon,
Sad little girl, gone quickly, so soon.
Yet nobody knew, all that she drew, all of those painting that nobody saw, the big bloody pictures, that she loved to draw,
No one to show and no one to tell,
Her dirty little secret, that she'll take to hell.