K.A.Y.L.A spells beauty

Beauty is her name,
stuck on my mind lost in the membranes.
Her love stole my darkness and doves flew through the shadows as my real smile was stitched in my face.
My blackened heart was painted red in a non- bloody way,
and K.A.Y.L.A was etched in my soul as my demonic intentions withered away.
Not saying she changed me, but murder is no longer a Fantasy and I can see the sun carving its way through the grey.