Porcelain Artist

A fan's love for Kat Von D

What lies behind your eyes?

Where do you go when you dream?

What say the voices in your head?

What does your heart scream?

With skin as light as porcelain 

Inked with black lines in a row

A raspy voice and lovely smirk

Completes this maverick doe

You sit in a field of starlit perfection

With fairies of all colors dancing around

they worship you their queen of oddities

Only you, who wears this torn black crown 

I am a soldier of your Shadow Army

We are visible yet invisible to normal society

We fight for the art, music, and expression

We fight for the tolerance of a variety