In this lonely tragedy
Happiness had fled from me.
Yet, even I found a way
But what a high price, I would pay.
Transformation, I was seeking change.
Those Grim Beauticians were fond of strange.
I was only Human, that much I knew
Whispered places, hidden signs
Parlor rooms, wreathed in tinctured lines.
She mirrored, made-up, combed, and dyed
Matching outward as inside.
Transformation, I was seeking change.
Those Grim Beauticians were fond of strange.
I had once been Human, that much I knew.
Days and nights the beauty stayed
But at full moon, my flesh was flayed.
Horrors within, would be released
Cracked façade, had freed the beast.
Transformation, I was seeking change.
Those Grim Beauticians were fond of strange.
Never again Human, that much I knew.