This beauty queen needs a new canvas for her next masterpiece. With her beauty she draws in the hearts of men, she preys on the desperate, she wants to have their hearts, she kills them after they give her all of their love; she cuts them open to paint pictures with their blood. She paints the way she felt when she took their lives away. She paints her pictures with the blood of her victims; she paints a smile on their dead faces. She finds comfort in their dying eyes. She feels no remorse for the lives she takes only solace. Their cold decaying skin is the canvas for her art; in each masterpiece she leaves a part of her heart. She finds comfort in their dying eyes; she paints a smile on their dead faces.